Morgott, after fighting the Tarnished, just suffering from wet dreams afterwards for weeks on end
After denying himself for so long, Morgott finally understands the meaning of sexual frustration. He growls every time he wakes and sees the telltale stains and his weeping member.
But no more.
He comes across his the Tarnished again, their flame of ambition burning bright as ever. And his, once a flame stoked by opposition is fueled by something... different.
More savage. More carnal.
It's not too long after that they engage in battle yet again. And this time, Morgott finds himself straddling the lap of what he realizes is an equally sexually frustrated Tarnished.
He growls once more and it is erotic.
"Thy skill has brought us to an impasse, little Tarnished," he placed one large hand on their chest promisingly and leaned down, so close their lips nearly touched, "but there is.. another way to break this stalemate, one that I have every intention of winning."
