Moonfire's Busty Curse 2

By Paul Lucas

After her deadly confrontation with the shaman Bonecracker, the fierce Orc warrior Moonfire makes her way to the trading city of Greana with her new human companion Liam. There, amidst gambling schemes and backroom brawls, the mismatched couple find a way to remove Moonfire's powerful bosom-enhancing 'curse.'

Complications arise from the Orc Mage Whitethroat and Liam's ex-girlfriend Spiri, who want the spell for themselves. But when the curse runs wild and infects thousands of women in the city, they suspect a much darker entity at work.

The steamy sequel to the breastplate-busting erotic fantasy adventure MOONFIRE'S BUSTY CURSE! Set in the same world as the HOT GOBLIN GIRLS and FANTASY ENVOY series!

Contains thrilling sexual shenanigans and some violence. Adult Readers Only!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Paul Lucas
• Release date: May 21, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463926130

Paul Lucas

I grew up on the shores of Lake Erie, just a few snow drifts away from Buffalo, NY. I am a life long science fiction and fantasy fan, and avidly keep up on developments in the fields of science, technology, and ancient cultures.Currently I am a freelance writer and artist, with fifteen years of experience in the field. In 1998 I had a tabletop RPG published, and in 2005 my first novel CREATURA came out. My shorter works have seen the light of day in publications such as Strange Horizons, Afterburn, Tales of the Talisman, Fables, and others. Currently I do a lot of personal commissions and ghost writing work.

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MOONFIRE'S BUSTY CURSE 2

Paul Lucas

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Copyright 2020 Paul Lucas

Cover Illustration by Paul Lucas

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Check out the thrilling first book in the series!

MOONFIRE'S BUSTY CURSE

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CHAPTER 1

The big Orc leaned forward, intently studying the wooden cup rattling around in the dealer's hand. She was among dozens of patrons all crowded into a large back room of a riverside tavern called the Pickled Sprite. It was so named for a six-inch pixie caught, mid-scream, in a block of amber that was proudly displayed just above the back of the bar. It was kept in a green-tinted glass jar and backlit with a candle to give it the illusion of 'pickled.'

As Moonfire angled in, her mountainous green breasts bulged out from her low-cut, barely-there top. The throng of male gamblers gathered around the dice grid on the dingy wooden floor couldn't help but flick their eyes toward her. The deep, downy-soft cleavage stood in stark contrast to the solid, rounded muscles of the rest of her body.

Moonfire punched the ground lightly with her fist, feigning excitement and sending ripples through her emerald globes. A few audible groans came from the crowd.

Just as planned. Her magically-enhanced bosom had given her all kinds of problems, but at least it could be counted on to provide a timely distraction in situations like this.

Opposite Moonfire, and several bodies down from the dealer, kneeled Liam. He was a bit short even for a human male at five and a half feet, with a trim build, short mahogany hair, and thin fringe beard accenting a squarish jaw line.

Moonfire herself tried not to get distracted at Liam's deeply focused expression. He had no idea how sexy he could look at such moments.

Her lips drew a dour line as she abruptly pushed such thoughts away. Dammit, she was supposed to be hardening herself for leaving him in the spring.

Liam feigned rubbing a 'good luck charm,' screened by the door guards to make sure it was non-magical. In reality, he was moving his fingers about it in subtle arcane gestures to activate the one and only spell he knew. He was hoping that all eyes lay elsewhere, either on the dice or on Moonfire’s tits.

The dealer threw the dice from the cup. As they impacted the floor mat, they shifted imperceptibly, influenced by Liam's magical dweomer.

When the dice tumbled to a stop, loud moans of frustration and dismay filled the room, nearly drowning out the two restrained whoops of glee. Only belatedly did Moonfire realize that neither whoop had come from Liam.

The Orcess had just lost three copper coins on the bet, but that's not what really made her frown. It was Liam's unmistakable look of dismay as the house’s hired hands hauled away his small handful of silver coins.

Dammit, they couldn’t afford to lose that money!

This was the fourth try in a row that Liam had come up short. He looked in his coin purse, and with a frown shook his head. He couldn’t risk any more, not with their financial situation so tight.

Something was definitely wrong. Liam was as skilled at manipulating dice as Moonfire was at swinging a sword. They had worked this scam successfully over a dozen times now. It's what had sustained them for nearly three months in these human cities. What could go wrong for him four times in a row?

Unless... the dice couldn't roll right in the first place, so he couldn't predict how his magic 'push' would affect them.

The Orc's hand shot out and grabbed the dealer’s wrist as he reached for the dice. Those are loaded, aren't they?

The grumbling and small talk of the crowd stumbled to an abrupt halt. Accusations of cheating were taken dead serious in games like this. The guards haunting the fringes of the room stepped forward, but didn’t draw any weapons yet.

H-hey now, Big Tits, the dealer said. He was not an insubstantial man, at least six feet tall with thick shoulders and biceps. But compared to Moonfire's hard-muscled frame, he might as well have been a squeaky-voiced twelve-year-old. We guarantee no magic’s involved...

Liam was trying to catch her eye, to silently warn her to back off, but it was too late.

Who said anything about magic? Moonfire snatched one of the dice away from him and tossed it to the side on the bare floorboard. Her dagger ghosted blindingly fast into her hand. She stabbed the point down hard, instantly splitting the bone cube with a soft crack. Exposed among the white material were several small globs of soft gray just off-center.

Lead! she said. You weighted them!

A cross grumble rose from the gathered throng.

So that's why I couldn't...! Liam started.

The dealer shot him a hellfire glare. Couldn't what, asshole?

Liam looked stricken. Um, you know... win.

You know, I thought the dice were rolling funny. If you pulled some cheating shit...

Moonfire yanked the dealer all the way across the mat, still keeping his arm in an iron grip while her free hand clenched his throat. "You mean, like the cheating shit you just pulled, dumbass?"

Moonfire was suddenly grabbed from behind by multiple hands and yanked to her feet.

CHAPTER 2

That was all it took for Moonfire's titanic tits to burst free from their flimsy confines and wobble naked in the humid tavern air. Her choice of top had been intended for display, not practicality. Several in the crowd wooted at the free show.

The trio of humans that had pulled her up glowered menacingly. They were all well over six feet, almost as big and muscular as the Orc herself. They wore cheap brass badges that marked them as men working security for the tavern. They pushed her forcefully aside and arranged themselves between her and the dealer. That's enough fuckery from you, Big Tits. Out you go! The leader hooked his thumb at the den's entrance.

She was too angry to bother trying to cover herself up. Like Hells! You shits cheated all of us! You owe us our money!

The crowd cheered agreement, punctuated by angry shouts. Almost all the patrons pressed forward, some pushing into the guards and dealer, some pressing close to the bar where the cash was being held. One of the patrons made a clumsy grab for a stack of the purser's coins, only to be punched hard across the face by a vigilant guard.

While everyone's attention was momentary on the nearby ruckus, Moonfire smashed her fist into the jaw of the mouthy guard leader. She heard and felt the very satisfying crunch of bone under her knuckles. The man crashed to the floorboards like a cut tree.

The gamblers surged through the room, half of them trying to get to one of the exits and out of the chaos, while many other lunged for the bar, where most of the night's winnings were kept. Still others, like Moonfire, saw an excuse to cut loose and started swinging at the nearest target, using bare fists or whatever makeshift weapons they could find.

More burly guards poured into the chamber, trying to regain control by force. Pure pandemonium reigned as punches and kicks and bottle and flagons and chairs flew everywhere.

The only saving grace for most was that no major weapons had been allowed into the gambling den. Only small utility knives could be retained, and then only because the tavern offered a complimentary roast wyvern in the corner that gamblers could carve slices from. Thankfully, no one seemed to have outright murderous intent... yet.

At the center of all the chaos was Moonfire, the only Orc present and the largest combatant among them all. The remaining two guards near her rushed forward. Her hands easily reached into their clumsy flailing fists to grab one by the shirt and rope belt. She hoisted him like a sack of flour and threw