Ogres and Fairies and Bestiality... Oh my?

[dramamine213]

The weather just stunk. It had been raining for days upon days now for what felt like weeks. The water-logged band of unlikely friends were getting on each others' nerves. They didn't enjoy being couped up in this backwater, human hick-ridden hell hole. Ront and Taevillis sat at their bedroom table playing a game of dice while Talingo poured over his spell book for the 18th time today. Olgar laid in bed, staring at their shabby room's ceiling wondering when the rain would cease.

Deciding that the gods had cursed this day as well, he sighed and headed for the 'bar' this inn had. More like kegs with an old crone doling out petty amounts in ting mugs. He drug his feet thinkging about that old biddy and sighed heavily closing the door. The three watched him leave, knowing the would just return in several minutes to complain once more about the rain, but with the smell of stale beer on him.

Olgar found the old hag gossiping with some local gal. She couldn't have been older than 15 and she had a staring problem. Olgar looked at her with a straight face and the brandished his tusks at her, in a false attempt at a smile. To most, this would look similar to a dog flashing you his pearly whites, but such is the hell of being of primitive blood.

As the gal took off out of the inn, the crone rudely huffed about, making scolding remarks to Olgar. She eventually gave him what he sought after he convinced her he wouldn't smile around her anymore. He 'enjoyed' the human brew as much as he could and sighed heavily once again. Today was just like the previous five. Nothing, nothing, nothing.

 

[Misanthropiclove]

There was an opening at the door and a brilliantly dressed man came in. The rain seemed to have little effect on him, his sharkskin studded leather letting the water drain off of him. He looked bizarre, a tall topknot on his nice black and white head. His skin was oddly shimmering in the light inside the place, and he seemed to be from a bizarre, alien world. To add to this a nictating membrane slid over his eyes and washed out a little water. He looked at the bar wench and flashed her an utterly charming smile, an oddly melodious voice coming from him as he spoke to her.

With the information he needed he tromped to the room and knocked before entering. No shock or even horror shown on his eyes as he took in what had to be a disturbingly rag-tag bunch of people. His mind was reeling with horror and laughter, his gears already cranking out enough satire to influence a court for a week, if not more. Yet he was much too polite to show this in his gaze.

"My fellows, I am Rikki'Tu-uket Kreena, you may call me Rikki. I am the specialist that was called in to help you upon this latest mission," the voice that spoke showed why this strapping water dweller carried his lute with him. It was a rare talent to be able to even orate within rhythm, much less so well. It showed off how much this Darfellan man had trained, for while he had inborn talent he could not have gotten this way without practice unless he was a God, and no matter what was exclaimed by his bed mates, he was not a God.

"I apologize for taking so long. I was given incorrect directions to where you would be staying, and then was waylaid by some rather disgusting brigands. Do not travel the western route if you are squeamish by the way." His eyes stopped on the half-ogre and he grimaced, walking over and grabbing his cup of grog-swill before tossing the contents out of the window. "Do not choke yourself on that piss substitute. Here," With a flourish, for no bard worth his salt could do anything mundanely, he pulled out a wineskin and poured a great cup of faerie wine, handing it to Olgar.

"Anyway, I speak too much. I apologize. I am here to help you out, we can now leave this dump." He bowed to them all, his long black topknot falling upon his shoulders as he stood up. "I hope I make a good addition to your party." Inwardly he hoped he could get OUT of this party quickly. It seemed composed of what looked like a down syndrome Bugbear, an alcoholic half-ogre, a rather off putting blue...thing, another alcoholic only she was a Halfling, and two other unmentionables. Still, it could be a challenge, and the Half-ogre and orcspawn looked like they had potential. Plus, Rikki had always liked the smaller fare when it came to lovers.

 

[dramamine213]

Olgar was driven forcefully from his glumness by an exotically armored male of alien blood, or so it seemed to the ogre. He watched the odd fellow march past and towards the sleeping quarters. Olgar craned his head down the short hallway and was concerned when the man went for his groups' room without a knock. The door was tossed open and a loud announcement was made. Olgar releived that the man had made it. It had taken far too long for him to arrive.

Meanwhile, the three sat in their room playing cards and reading a book. The door was flung open and they were greated with this strange man. Ront stood drawing his nimble axe from the floor while Taevillis rolled over to the bed, arranging her stance to better box someone if needed. Talingo, the party mage, glanced up from his book obviously not concerned. He dismissed the character and went back to his reading. Ront and Taevillis assumed a more neutral stance when they realized this was who they had been waiting for.

With a better grasp of knowledge now, they returned to their activities seeing as Rikki wasn't a threat initially. Belilah, the party's lush of a thief, returned to the inn with Daggit, the party's mentially deficient bugbear packmule. Soaking wet, the bugbear sat on the floor near Olgar while Belilah took to studying the bard. She wasn't exactly the best at doing anything sober, but there hadn't been anything worthwhile drinking for weeks.

When Rikki approached Olgar, Belilah, and Daggit, Olgar stood to meet the man to only have his weak human ale tossed (thankfully) and replaced with something far superior. The ogre was skeptical of this man, but seeing as it came from a personal skin, he was a little more willing to trust him. Taking a sip, he was pleased to have something of this class at his disposal again. Taking in a touch more, he offered the rest of the contents to Belilah knowing full well she'd benifit more than he from it's potency.

"Well Rikki, was it... I think you will make a good addition, but if possible... you might want to tone down a little bit. If you hadn't noticed... we're ina human mudfarmers' village..." he said sarcastically, referring to the once freshing plowed farmland turned mud bog. The ogre studied Rikki a little longer and deduced he was from an aquatic area and blood, but he'd honestly never seen someone look like a creature sprung from the sea's loins.

Extending a disproportionately large hand, Olgar offered to shake Rikki's. "The name's Olgar. I'll let the rest warm up to you when they see fit, but Talingo prolly won't. He's the mage with his large nose stuffed in a book." he said motioning back towards the room. The ogre smiled for only a moment, but then remembered what he'd promised the old hag. He quickly tried to adapt his smile to something more pleasing to humans to try and show Rikki his positive intent.

 

[Misanthropiclove]

Rikki took the hand and felt the strength behind it. He figured that he could try and conquer the mass of muscle before him. It could be a bit of an adventure before he left this band. With a glance around the town he gave a grimace and shrugged, "I suppose you are right. I figured I could bring some light to this area. Whatever." He brushed some of the water off of his leathers and grimaced, "Then again, I've seen dung with more life then this area. Perhaps we should just head out? There are some surprisingly interesting places around here that don't revolve completely around humans. I have my horse outside at the stables and can be up and ready in no time."

His eyes went over the group more and Rikki repressed a shudder. He had worked with some shifty people before, but this was insane. Well, they could prove to be entertaining. He had traveled with pretty, but dull, people before. He figured he shouldn't judge these people too harshly. Except for the bugbear, he was just...odd.

Rikki gave a light bow to the collective and used his minor cantrips to produce a mystical "hand" and gave Olgar and the orc a good slap on the behind and goosed the little halfling girl. Not that he would ever admit it though. He did enjoy his twisting of this spell so that he could feel what he touched though. The ogre ass felt the best out of them with it's firmness and perfect pants cupping it. It would have to be the first target for the orca-borne male.

"Come find me at the stables when you guys are ready to go. I've already paid for what you ran up. Well, you-know-who did. Fare ye well."

 

[dramamine213]

Olgar wouldn't deny the opportunity to leave this place for anything. He was glad that Rikki had made the suggestion.The whole group would be excited to hear that they were leaving. He knew morale had been terribly low because of the storms and the rain and the sedintary life they had been forced to live.

As Rikki bowed, Olgar, Ront, and Belilah looked about in spurise. Each of them looked directly behind them expecting someone to be there. When it came to their attention, one by one, they realized that they had been a victim of magic. Olgar suspected something, but kept his mouth shut. He wanted to see where this went. Belilah was inspecting the cup Olgar had given her and is seemed as if she might be imagining the whole thing. Ront, on the other hand, had Talingo up by his neck attempting to rattle a confession out of the four-armed mage. Olgar took in a deep breath and decided that they would head out this evening. He hoped the storms would let up some so they could leave, but he wasn't getting his hopes up.

Olgar was both happy, but embarrassed that the stable fees had been covered by the boss. He never felt comfortable with letting her cover such simple things. With a heavy sigh, he nodded in acknowledgement to Rikki and headed for the room the troupe shared. He started to get things packed up while everyone came and went, packing their personal belongings. They got the queue from Olgar that tonight they'd be on the road. It seemed everyones' spirits were up now that they had a repreave from this dump.

Not much later that day, Olgar and Ront met up with Rikki to get the horses ready for travel. Ront wasn't exaclt trusting of this strange new person, but he felt he could be comfortable around him if Olgar was. Ront was a half-orc and not of the usual green coloration. He'd been cursed, in his own words, with a more purply hue of gray. Thus making him a dark lavender orcling. He didn't appreciate this one bit, but it was the only thing his mother gave him. He had steely black hair that he wore in tribalistic braids mixed with long loose hair. His tusks weren't as prnounced as you'd expect, but Ront found that comforting. He was exactly comfortable with his orc blood.

The pair met with the Darfellen, Olgar greeting him upon arrival. "Hey there. Sorry it took so long. Getting six people packed can be a bit of a feat." he chuckled, trying to make up for their tardiness.

 

[Misanthropiclove]

Rikki nodded, standing beside a nice elven breed of horse. He looked at the sky and glared. "Excuse me, my good men. The rain would make this a dreary travel." He picked up his lute and checked it before plying his fingers on them, an oddly distorted sound coming from it; it was as if he was playing the instrument underwater.

The rain seemed to slow, and then suddenly stopped. It did not quit all over the place, but around the men it did so. "i can make it so we travel dry. I'll have to keep playing, of course, but it should be easy for me. I hope this is okay for you all? I do enjoy the rain, but you people seemed a bit weary of it." He flashed a somewhat-white smile, one that finally had all it's teeth at least. That had to be something they hadn't seen yet at this place.

"I can follow you to get everyone and then we can leave. There is a town near by and I can easily get us accommodated there. Better booze, and informant, blacksmith, stores, and actual beds. Sound feasible?" The Darfellan stopped his playing as he mounted his horse, soon starting his tune once more to keep his companions dry.

The water-borne steered his mount to where the rest of this group was at. He kept them dry and allowed Olgar to take the lead if he wanted to, his eyes more plastered on his back and his weapons than the road, an autopilot like trance going on that allowed him to play and steer and enjoy the sight before him. "I was not briefed much on what we are supposed to be doing, only that you needed someone who could maneuver underwater to help you people out. That is why I was called in."

Rikki hoped he would be useful to this party, he could be...over the top for some people. He just really enjoyed his calling though. He couldn't help it if he hammed it up sometimes.

 

[dramamine213]

Ront became suspicious of the bard when the rain stopped. A thought crossed his mind briefly, but quickly dismissed it. Bard's didn't know a lot of spells. Certainly not the kind that Talingo knew. He shook his head to clear his mind, watching Olgar and Rikki converse.

Olgar was pleased that he now had someone who'd use their magic on everyone. Talingo was a selfeish bastard at times. Even moreso when he was in a bad mood. Olgar thanked Rikki with a pat on the back and a compliment. "Thanks, friend. You have already shown yourself more useful than some we already travel with." he said and nodded in agreement. "Yes, anywhere but here. This place is terrible... even for one such as myself..." he said, making reference to his giant-blooded half.

Ront, on the otherhand, had a bit of an inferiority complex. He took in that comment and straightened up a bit. Olgar wasn't talking about Ront in any way, but the poor orcling wasn't the wiser. Sadly, he was the youngest of the troupe with the least amount of social experience, but he made up for it in being a skilled meat shield.

After the horses and pony were tacked and ready to go, the three set out towards the inn to gather the rest of the group. Olgar took the lead momentarily with Ront close behind. The poor orc wanted so bad to prove himself now. Arrivnig at the entrance, Olgar and Ront took to loading the horses with their gear, allowing Rikki to continue his song. Talingo, upon exiting the inn, found that Rikki's music was unbarable. He wasn't much of an artsy person, but music was surely one of his least favorite things. He carefully crafted a Silence spell and placed it upon his being, making sure his ride was silent. He would just have to make sure he'd keep other spells active to ensure his wellbeing.

Ront, now paranoid about his usefullness, assisted Taevillis up into her saddle, as well as Belilah and Daggit. Olgar watched in barely covered amusement and amazment at Ront's sudden spur of kindness. Especially when it came to the bugbear. Daggit had to weight close to 350 pounds and here was this orc, barely pushing 190 pouns, hefting this critter upon it's mount. Olgar wasn't sure what was going on, but he made a note of it.

Olagr then quickly got this strange band of seven on the road. It sure would be a bad idea for any to think ambushing a group of this size and racial diversity. While Talingo sat in his bubble of silnce, the rest of the group followed in a tight formation behind Olgar. It would look a touch silly to see such a large humanoid on such a large horse, but he had reason. Having such a large steed presented a challenge for offenders, but it was a much stranger purpose for having such a large horse. One, hopefully, no one would discover.

 

[Misanthropiclove]

Talingo would find, perhaps sadly, that the music blocked out also blocked out the magic it possessed, leaving the man at the mercy of the rain. Rikki would be impressed at such a large horse that Olgar had, noting that it was indeed a stallion. He looked at his own rather shabby sized horse and wondered where Olgar could have purchased such a steed.

The music changed slightly and the party would find themselves moving faster and staying out of the rain, soon outpacing Talingo if he demanded to keep the silence bubble out. They quickly traversed a days ride in just under three hours. with just two more they were at the edge of a majestic looking town, one with much more diversity than the mud-farm hovel they had been staying at. Rikki lowered his instrument and tried to look rather at ease, but his fingers were raw and a few had begun to bleed due to how long he had played his music.

In the town the party would get a few odd glances, but not many. Olgar would find he wasn't even the only half-ogre in the place, a tall blue-tinted one with long white gloves and a large scythe adding to his breed. She looked like she was some type of warrior scholar, and she didn't seem to find Olgar very odd as she glanced up at him. She was accompanied by a rather innocent looking drow man, barely out of his boyhood, and a flying gloaming that looked nothing less like a dominatrix, complete with a whip. The oddly, normally cave dwelling, troupe was haggling over a meal that could be smelled as actual food from twenty paces away. The town was nice.

Rikki stopped at a stable he showed Olgar, trying to hide his bruised and bloody fingers from the man. "You guys enjoy yourselves, stay with the horses, do whatever you wish. I will have you sent for when I locate our rooms, okay?" The Darfellan would leave the group to their businesses, his own plan to be to find that innkeeper who owed him a favor for a certain abortion spell he carried with him and get their rooms set up.

The inn they would be staying in would be best described as a four star place. This town saw a bunch of hustle and bustle and needed places to house lesser royalty and minor nobles. This hotel generally catered to them, but while they stayed the party would have the run of it. Every room that they would have came with magical conveniences that would seem outlandish to the village they had been in. There were even rooms to be bathed in and a myriad of CHOICES of alcohol. Rikki had even gotten every member a free one hundred gold tab for them to run out before they needed to pay.

Rikki sent out several small, minor illusions to inform the people where to show up to. He had gotten four rooms for them to share, and was intent on Talingo taking the room with no one in it. He felt very...creeped out by that man.

 

[dramamine213]

Talingo, much to his dismay, soon learned that the music wasn't just some annoying bardic tune and that it had magical properties. Thouroughly peeved at this, he dropped his Silence spell and used his lower arms to plug his ears. The man knew when to take advantage of magic when it was useful, but the one thing he hated about bards was the fact they had to make noise to be useful. Such a waste, in his opinion.

As the large party road along, a majority of the noticed the speed at which they now traveled. They were so greatful that this speed ushered them towards a place of comfort. It would have been ages since they slept in a bed worth of peasants. As the music slowed off, Talingo unplugged his ears, now outwardly relieved from the torture, as he saw. The others were just happy to be dry.

As they entered, Olgar was taken aback by this blue-skinned beauty before him. Never in his life had he encountered a female half-ogre, much less one of such staure and beauty. He couldn't fathom if this is what they all looked like. Being somewhat distracted, he veered off a little into Ront's horse. Olgar's steed shyed off a bit while Ront galred in confusion as to why Olgar just tried to run him into a crowd of people. Olgar looked so terribly ebarrassed that he sat up too straight in the saddle, following Rikki to the stables without another word or glance to anyone.

However, Olgar wasn't the only one interested in this group. Taevillis sat horribly uncomfortable as her eyes laid upon the young drow male. She could feel her hands tense around the reins of the horse and her upper lip curl in disgust. She was almost ashamed of sharing the same space as one of... them. Just as expected, she whipped her head away from the male, pointing her battle scarre face slightly upwards. Once could say she would have drowned a few miles back...

Ront, on the other hand being run off the main road and nearly into the interesting group that had so distracted his leader and love interest, noticed the food. GOD HE WAS STARVED. He could smell some cooked meat of some sort and his mouth just began to water. He knew EXACTLY what he was doing once he was off this walking sandwich.

Belilah stayed quiet as she usually did and tookthe bugbear with her. She was a great babysitter for him since Daggit thought she was a fairy. A one eyed and drunk fairy... She got the beats some grub and got him off to sleep in one of the rooms that Rikki had wonderfully provided (and she could figure that these rooms weren't paid for by the stuff occupying them alone!) and made her way to the bar. She would spend her evening here, gathering as much information covertly as possible. Not saying it would be useful, but this was her way of justifying her addiction.

As everyone headed out to explore this vibrant town on their own, Olgar made sure to seek out that ogress beauty. He just needed her name. That's all. So maybe, one day, when he wasn't some hired thieving hand, he could seek her out and maybe talk to her. Little did the ogre know that his secret admirer and his anti-religious views would totally work against him...

 

[Misanthropiclove]

Rikki took the down time to go and rest up, using a few healing cantrips on his fingers so he could earn some extra cash. He easily took to the comforts of the inn, going up to the top floor and stripping down to his skivvies so he could swim in the freshwater pool these people had. It was deep and wonderful, the soothing waters running down his body and keeping him very well amused.

Ront would find the place with the food was not the only meat serving place in the town. There was one that served only magical beasts, such as cockatrice and displacer beast fare. The place where he had seen the party just had some rather mundane, but very reasonably priced food stuffs of all sorts. It was run by a rather gruff dwarf woman who was a day past needing a shave. "Hey there, we have a special of a chicken stuffed with shredded lamb and covered in Haelig garlic sauce that most orcs tend to like. It comes with ale too. You want that, tuskie?" She was oddly polite to a half-orc, and oddly polite for a dwarf. The seasonings were actually orcish in make too, unlike the orcsploitation fare that had been becoming popular in bigger towns.

The group that had been viewed would be at a better priced and lower style tavern, the ogress sitting down with what appeared to be a human woman in her lap. She had one arm around the lady's waist, a big grin showing off that she hadn't inherited the tusks and fang many of her type did get. Her eyes were black as pitch though, hinting at ogre mage blood in her. The woman in her lap held a sandwich made of lamb and various vegetables, but unlike the rest of the band seemed to have no weapons on her. She did, however, have a big ogress holding her in a very knowing manner.

The dark elf seemed to be oddly chipper and cheery for his kind, and was sitting next to a dour looking human. The human had the aura of something strange about him, and his great sickle was beside him. He didn't seem very happy and wasn't sharing in the merriment of the group. He also had a strange smell of brimstone about him, but the source couldn't easily be traced.

The floating short woman was sitting on their table and was amusing some local kids by making literal shadow puppets out of their shadows and performing a play, her eyes happily taking in the joy of the group. She would be the first of them to notice Olgar when he came in, but paid him no heed. Half-ogres were nothing new to her.

 

[dramamine213]

Ront was excited to get back to that stand. What ever it was that he smelled on the way in was the ONLY thing that was on his mind. As he approached the vendor, he was greated by a dwarf. She was pleasant, but female dwarves were always hard to look at for Ront. He felt very weird looking at a woman with thicker facial hair than he could ever imagine to grow.

The food offering sounded damn fine! He wasn't one to turn down chicken, lamb, or anything smothered in garlic. Ale was just a bonus at this moment. Ront looked at her and barely nodded. His stomach was doing more talking than he was. With a moment of embarrassment and shame, he grabbed his tummy and smiled. "Sorry about that. Haven't had any real food in quite some time. This is just... " he smelled the air again, "irresistable. By the gods." he said with a smile and a polite bow. He just couldn't wait to have those yummy animals sliding down his throat.

Olgar, after unloading the horses properly into the designated rooms, decided he would seek the beauty out. He left their fancy inn, still a little leary about how these rooms were aquired. They were a bit too high profile for the ogre, but he'll be damned if they weren't comfortable.

After much searching, he finally located the ogress and what appeared to be her traveling companions. He stupidly overlooked the human sitting in her lap in an all to familiar way. He should have seen this and understood, but his curiousity got the better of his common sense. Olgar looked at her with fleeting glances and noticed she had some how avoided getting the large tusks that he had. It made her all the more beautiful.

He approached carefully, trying not to stare. Her traveling companions, however, were rather weird compared to what he was used to. Humans were typical, but a gloaming and a drow. He was a little puzzled, but then again, he couldn't judge. He had a half-blooded mercane with him. They weren't exactly great company either. As he got closer, he noticed the overall mood of the group. The drow was far too happy while the male human looked quite grumpy, to say the least. It seemed that all of them were in various states of happiness, save for this lone... and curiously strange human. Olgar thought about it for a moment more before remembering why he was here in the first place.

Looking back to the ogress, he finally steeled up his nerves and spoke to her. "Excuse me ma'am, but may I have your name?" he said as gently and articulately as he could. If he stood any chance with such a wonderful woman, he sure didn't want to bungle it up with stumbling over the Common tongue.

 

[Misanthropiclove]

The dwarf lady grinned and hollered back at the back. "HEY NEMIAH, WE HAVE YOUR SPECIALTY!"

From the back came a gruff, angry response, "SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU HAIRY SACK OF CRAP! I'M WORKING AS FAST AS I CAN!"

There were more friendly terse words and out of the back stepped a buxom, mid-twenties half-orc lady with an amble bosom carrying a good sized portion of food for Ront. She was colored a dark brown, showing off that she was mountain stock and here eyes were a surprising violet. Her hair was tied up in a bun and she looked very beautiful. Her left tusk was capped in gold and her right one bore a slight chip. Her ears were decorated with spikes of metal and jewels, showing off how much they made with this food. "Oh, orc food for an orcborne. Finally someone who can appreciate the food. Here you go." She then gave him some rather sweet compliments in the orc tongue and handed him his food.

In the tavern Lydaia looked at this other half-ogre and chuckled. She then decided to test him, "My name is Lydaia, my rejected family name is Bloodreaver. I am a praetorian warrior secretary of the mighty Jergal, his white glove of the many filed bureaucracies of the dead. Pleased to meet you."

She extended her hand, rather pleased to hopefully have someone to speak the ogre tongue too. She spoke it in a manner of someone who had learned it from a tutor, not a native speaker. Which was true as her father had left suddenly after she was born, rather disgusted that his true ogre blood could have conceived one such as herself. The woman in her lap looked up and grinned. "I'm Mari. My name comes with no title, unlike this girl."

Lydaia laughed and then brought Mari in for a very passionate kiss, rubbing their breasts together as she did so. The human barely perked up and the drow seemed to be completely okay with this show of affection from two women. Surprisingly, he had also not even flinched whenever a woman drew close to him or shown any of the tell-tale signs of male drow inferiority complex.

The human grimaced and then spoke in a voice that sounded like rusty nails being gargled like a leper, "You t-o, cease that. It is -ithout merit in this place. Look at the ga-kers you have dra-n to you."

The human lady sighed and shook her head, "Shut your trap, Marik. Just because you botched your rituals this morning doesn't mean you need to KEEP those foul things in you." Well, that explained the stench, the man was a binder and had failed his vestige appeasements of the day.

The half-ogress sighed and turned back to Olgar, "I am sorry. I just can't help myself around this lady. What is it that I can do for you?"

 

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Ront was absolutely excited that there was somewhere that specialized in orcish foods. He was even more excited to see a well off orcling woman who carried herself very well. Sadly, he only picked up a few of the kind words she spoke to him as she handed him his delicious food. He watched her go about her duties and tried to make small talk with her in between desperate and staving shoveling of foods.

Olgar wasn't as lucky as Ront had been. He had graciously accepted Lydaia's hand and offered it the chivalrous peck before letting her take it back. He had admired her greatly, even when the woman in her lap had made herself known. However, the novelty was waining as she spoke of some god she followed. He wasn't the religious type, so this was going down hill already.

Olgar was stunned at the affection that the two shared publicly, but then realized, unless this handsome ogress swung both ways, he was just being polite and childishly curious. Boy howdy, did his yellowish cheeks faintly go orange. This was getting to be a waste of time that he had assumed would be a great time. But he did realize her orgish was of a human dialect and terrible to boot, so it spoke to Olgar that she hadn't had the pleasure of growing up in the wilds as he had.

The drow was curious in the first place, but moreso to not be cowering around such obviously powerful women. He knew it was a trait of their males to be bitches around... well, the bitches, but this was amusing to say the least. And that soupuss of a human finally broke his silence with a voice that reminded him of Talingo after a binge drinking night gone to the outhouse. It sure grated upon the ears.

When Lydaia addressed Olgar once more, he confessed his intentions and curiousities. "I'm sorry ma'am, but in all honesty, I had approached you for I've never seen such a handsome ogress as yourself. You don't share many of the curses our giantkin bestow. But I also see that you're quite taken with your companion and I'm not a rude or forceful brute. I thank you for your audience, ma'am. I hope your travels fare you well." he said with a smile. He politely bowed towards the couple and their companions and began to turn to leave.

 

[Misanthropiclove]

The orc girl found herself rather attracted to Ront and would come over to check on him...and bring him free food when she wasn't working. The dwarf lady took off on break and would come back shaved and looking good. Finally, the orc lady would come over on her break and sit down with Ront, removing her apron to show off ample cleavage and an odd necklace with a black and white side to it. "You know, Ront, you're kind of cute for a younger fellow. My name is Xiahua. My dad named me, mom helped raise me." She lifted a bit of ice cream to her mouth and licked it off the spoon, showing off a pierced tongue. "So, are you in town for very long?" Luckily, Xiahua had figured out the orc was going over his head and decided to flirt with the young boy in the Common tongue.

Lydaia chuckled at Olgar and then shook her head, "I thank you, but I am fully committed to my mate. Without her I do not know where I would be. But, I am sure you can find someone else. I hear there is another half-ogre at the Chancellor's Bar. Perhaps you should check there?"

If Olgar did go there, he would indeed find another half-ogre...and a Rikki. Rikki was performing on stage before a very enthusiastic audience and racking up a good amount of money and lusty looks. Unlike the rest of the party outside of Talingo; Rikki was a rarity. The town was very far inland and water dwelling races rarely, if ever came to the place. And of those most preferred their own company. Rikki was performing while wearing manta-ray leather chaps and a speedo that showed off that his had white on his entire crotch area. His shirt was rather tight too, showing off his glistening black abs, the light playing off the waterproof skin that Rikki had.

The half-ogre was not an ogress, and he didn't look too approachable. That would be true about most half-ogres. He wore an eyepatch over one eye and had a broken left tusk. His hair was tied together with a bone instrument and he wore an over sized sawblade on his back, showing off jungle origins. Oddly enough he also seemed to like Rikki's playing and was staring at the Darfellan man while drinking...TEA.

The Chancellor's Bar actually served no alcohol. It had a wide variety of fruit and tea drinks though, and a good amount of hookahs and opium pipes. Opium consumption was done away from the main room so that the smoke wouldn't offend anyone else.

The place would be a good cruising site for Olgar...especially if he checked with Rikki first and asked for some of that bardic magic. Rikki bowed as he finished and stepped down off the stage for the next act to perform, collecting his money before he waved to Olgar, "Hey there boss!"

 

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Olgar was relieved that Lydaia wasn't offended and neither was her mate. He was glad for that seeing as you never knew who would crop up again in one's life in a time of need. He nodded and thanked the ogress for her advice and pardoned himself from her and group. While a little let down, he then realized that it would be his damned luck that the most interesting half-ogress, the only half-ogress he'd met, was a slit licking dyke. He shook his head and laughed while wandering the streets looking for this new place of interest.

Meanwhile, Ront was nervously eating his food now. He knew he'd been there long enough for the staff to catch some breaks and do some cleaning, but he had been curious to see what the orcwoman was about. She kept bringing him food, constantly filling his tankard, and talking in Common more now. He grew leary of her intentions, but smiled and made small talk with her. She was nice enough and she obviously had his attention. It was very difficult for the virgin orc to not notice the curvacious body of his older and superior blooded companion.

She was attractive by most standards and had an exotic name to boot. And this iced cream was of the devil's making, Ront swore. It somehow allowed his focus to linger about her pierced tongue, not really understanding why someone would do such a thing. With a rather large pause after she asked about his stay, he finally broke the childish silence. "Well... we're uh, here for... you know, I'm not sure." he said honestly. Ront really had no idea how long they would be. Then his inexperience beamed right out of his mouth. "So why do you ask?" he said with a smile and took another bite of the delicious orc cooking.

Back with Olgar, he found the Chancellor's Bar. It totally was NOT what he expected. And neither were it's patrons. It looked as if a druid ran the place. A druid with strange politcal values and tastes. This certainly was... is that Rikki mostly naked? Olgar was really confused now. Once that shock wore off, he began to study this dive's patrons.

He spotted the gruff half-ogre sipping tea, of all things. While the ogress was honest about finding another half-ogre, it seemed that she purposely neglected to mention that he was somewhat... male, obviously. While Olgar swung that way, this wasn't really his type and it didn't look too much that he'd be his. Olgar sat down on one of the over-sized pillows and ordered one of the fruit drinks the attractive waitress offered. It wasn't long until Rikki finished his performace and waved over at him. The ogre waved back and accepted the few stray odd glances that came with that statement.

Enjoying his fruit drink, he tried to enjoy his evening, but he seemed to only attract strange glances from lackluster women and one dwarf who wasn't all that subtle with his advances. Olgar left shortly after the dwarf crudely offered himself and went back to his room for a moment. He decided to checkout the bar at their inn for something more exciting.

 

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Rikki shrugged and left the Chancellor's Bar shortly after Olgar, having found what he wanted. He had enough money to buy a good amount of things. He was very pleased. But, first, he figured he would go back and change into something respectable now that he wasn't looking for tips anymore.

The orcish woman sighed and moved over to Ront and placed her hand on his cheek and grinned. "Well, you are adorable. Tell you what: I'll be outright blunt with you. You are very cute. I would like to take you back to my place and strip you naked and then show you why I have my tongue pierced. That pretty much means I will have wild, mind blowing sex with you. Then, after I am done having mind blowing, wild sex with you, I will cook for you. THEN, I will allow you to leave or stay and sleep in my bed with me. Does that answer your question?" She smiled, moving much closer to the young, virginal orc.

The bar would NOT be good for Olgar. There were many high class, aristocratic people, some who could be charmed by a halfling. But Olgar was...savage. None of them wanted to dally with such a savage, except for a rather blunt young nobleman who offered to tie olgar up and turn his penis into a candle before fucking him raw. He was a young man patterned almost after a vanilla Marquis de Sade; only this one had a healthy complexion and a slender stomach.

The rest of the people would ignore Olgar, but a rather nice gnome fellow was buying Belilah a drink and trying to talk her up, telling her how pretty he found her and how charming she was.

Rikki, by the time it was late, had bought some special food for his horse and decided to check in on him. He felt bad for leaving Olgar when the man seemed to be in a bad mood. He figured he would ask Olgar, who was sharing a room with him, if he could do something for him. Maybe massage him, or tell him some good tales. Or, perhaps, he could just go down on the ogre man and give him some physical joy. He did indeed enjoy that prospect, as well as the halfling and orc man.

He was uncharacteristically quiet as he walked in the low lit stables and searched for his horse, not wanting to be a bother to anyone.

 

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Ront choked on his food. Straight up choked. He had to ask himself if he had really been that daft and according to Xiahua's tactless propsition, yes... yes he had. He silently cursed himself for being such a blind fool, but he didn't know any better. No one ever came onto him, much less someone with this kind of beauty AND cooking skills. Lords, she was a wonderful person. Ront cleared his throat after hacking and coughed so ungracefully and tried to come up with something nice to say.

"Yes." is all he could muster. Straight faced and everything, the orcling was dead serious about his answer and not entirely sure of what he agreed to. The more he thought about what he just said versus what he thought Xiahua said, he grew more confused, but there was a part of his teenaged brain that overrode rational thinking and charged wildly on into the boyish fantasies on what this fine woman looked like naked. And boy, oh boy... was he sure clueless.

Olgar, on the other had, was well into his late twenties and dreaded the big 3-0 approaching him. For half-ogres, this was practically half of their life span if the lived a calm and healthy life. Neither of which he did. Which also drove Olgar into some strange ideas and activities. Ones that a lot of folk look down on in mainstream society.

And there he was, croutched under his stallion, bouncing himself down onto that large cock. He'd done this several times before, each one a case of being horny and desperate, but being unable to satisfy his desires and whims. Olgar, oddly enough, imagined Lydaia with a giant strap-on as he fucked himself with his steed. She was so handsome for a woman and he couldn't get how someone like that could just be stuck in a twat only, but that didn't keep his imagination from enjoying the thought.

The stallion, after being owned many years by Olgar, was used to these meetings and calmly enjoyed his rationing of some fine dried local grasses. Olgar, on the other hand, was loving the moment. That fat horse dick was just what he wanted. Groaning quietly to not alert the stablehands, he tried desperately to silently jack his own huge throbbing cock. It felt so much better this way. So full of hot meat and stroking his own. The ogre was in heaven. If only he knew who was stalking around the stable...

Belilah, back in the bar, she was completely hammer thanks to a kind gnome. She had asked for his name a few times, but by the gods, what ever he was getting her sure as hell kept her from remembering. The poor woman felt as if she could see through her missing eye a few times and laughed about it. She was having a great time with this gnome and didn't have a rough time planting a kiss and a few well placed gropes to get her ppoint across.

 

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Xiahua ended her day at the shop and eagerly took Ront back to her place. She closed the bedroom door and pushed him down on the bed as she unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor, exposing a pierced belly button. Her breasts were still pert and her nethers were very inviting. "Don't just stare, pull your pants down boy. Hurry."

She sauntered over and licked the man's erection, purring lightly as she pushed her piercing down into his slit, showing off why she was pierced there with great style . She would keep sucking on him until she got what she wanted. While he was still panting she would whip out a cock ring and slap it around him, keeping him hard. "Boy, do I have a lot to show you, Ront." That night the orc boy was made an orc man. She showed him vaginal, anal, in the tits, and even brought out her strap on before she was finished with the poor boy. But, true to her word, and by the time Rikki was heading to the stables, she was making Ront dinner.

The gnome, who gladly, and drunkenly, repeated his name to Belilah, ended up taking her to his room. He would eagerly show her why he was a noble man with grand paintings, good money, and even better sex. It seemed he had made his way to nobility by making sexual toys that were innovative and stimulating. He showed the best ones off to Belilah, even one called the Multiplier, which made female orgasms anywhere from two to twenty times as pleasurable with a special magic he had learned. He had a grand time showing her how it escalated, ending up falling asleep with her right beside him.

Rikki, on the other hand, heard some noise and walked, very quietly, to see what was going on. He said nothing when he came upon his boss being fucked by the horse, but just stood silently and watched, growing ever more erect as he did so. He would watch for minutes upon minutes, his breath soon coming into a low pant.

He carefully tapped on the door, trying to get Olgar's attention. "Hey...boss...don't worry. No one is here but me. Can...can I help?" He looked, surprisingly, nonjudgmental. He didn't look like he was lost behind a haze of lust, nor like he wanted to join in for blackmail. He just looked, well, interested. "I'll leave if you prefer. Honest."

He would have to if he was told no. His erection would demand immediate attention and he would be fantasizing about this the entire time.

 

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Ront was overwhelmed when Xiahua had first propositioned him. He had been fairly clueless about what she wanted, but that woman made sure he understood using her orcish honesty. She had led him to her home and what a wonderful place it was. It was much better than what Ront would have expected of someone similarly blooded as himself. He had been led to her bedroom without pause for much conversation and the anticipation had driven him insane. Was he really about to lose it? To a stranger? To a damn fine cook with holy hot damn piercings?

Standing in her bedroom, she made quick with her clothing and Ront couldn't help but stare. The staring just solidified what was already growing in his pants. He hadn't really ever seen a woman naked and this was all so much to take in... and then he was snapped back to reality. Xiahua was looking a touch impatient. He made off with his pants with her orders, much like a child obeying his mother. Ront couldn't believe he just thought about that. It made a ball of tight muscles in his gut wind up even further. He was so nervous.

Ront just trembled as she quickly and purposfully came over to him. All the poor boy could do is stand there and stare at her. He was still having a tough time realizing the situation. Xiahua squatted to the floor and put her tongue on him. Ront about jumped out of his skin and let out a low and orcish "Hunnngh..." has she started to please him. His purple gray skin was on fire. Nothing he'd ever done to himself matched this.

As she moved her tongue into his foreskin, Ront went to place his hands on her, but wasn't sure if that was what he should do. So he went to cross them behind his back, but each time she rubbed his head with her pierced tongue, his hand would instinctively move towards her shoulder. From an outsider's view, he looked very much as if he were a very confused bird, flapping awkwardly.

Ront's inexperience led to the inevitable. He felt the all too familiarity of orgasm approaching. Still flapping, he wanted to say something, but Xiahua gave him no time to take or even recover from these extreme pleasures he was feeling. His toes were evening cramping from the events. As he felt himself stiffening up before his release, he finally was able to muster a couple of taps on her shoulder with a worried look, but that was all he could do before letting loose a torrent of orchish baby juice into her awaiting face.

He felt a slight ache in his balls when she was done draining his cock. Once the tingles and tensing were done and gone, he felt his dick being touched again. The oversensetivity forced his eyes wide open, panting with an added "uuhhhghn!" Ront looked at her with his childish yellow eyes, with a sense of worry on his face. The statement she just made... it scared him a bit. This was mcuh more than he could have ever imagined, but there was more?!?! His jaw dropped a little as she grabbed him and threw him to her bed where she began the transformation of the poor orc boy into a slightly sexually educated orc man.

Once the pleasantries had ended, true to her word indeed, dinner was cooked and served to the young man. Though, he did feel quite uncomfortable sitting. Ront confided in himself that wasn't unnatural. It was a woman, not a man. It was okay for that to happen. It's okay. You'll be fine. Sitting on one side, not from pain but curious discomfort, he silently awaited the delicious meal his orc teacher was preparing. He sure was a bundle of nerves, giggles, and smiles.

Belilah, on the other hand, had the time of her life. There was a point where she sobered up some and didn't even notice or care. She'd never bedded with a gnome before and man, it was so much better than the halflings and fairies she's been with before. And to top it off, this gnome excelled at these strange sex devices. Belilah had only heard of them in passing, but figured they were rumored or for more magic types. They sounded alien and quite odd, that is, until this gnome indtroduced her to them.

By the time there evening was over, Belilah was convinced there was nothing else on this planet that was as enjoyable as this man's company. No other man could touch this nor any enchanted liquor. This had to have been the single best night of her life, sexually speaking. With her dark hair strewn about her face and back, she curled up into the dainty recess under his arm and quickly fell asleep listening to his heartbeat with a huge smile on her face. As she drifted of to sleep, she hoped morning wouldn't come for them.

Olgar clentched a little hard on the horse cock as he heard a voice speaking to him. His stallion shifted a little and pawed at the ground with a hind leg. Olgar realized he was about to get a swift kick from a pretty pwerful horse, and tried to relax a little. Holding his cock kind of tight, he looked to see who had addressed him.

It was the bard. Of all people, it was the bard. Who barely knew him. Who had already done so much to make everyone comfortable in this new and exciting place. And here he was... full of horse meat, jacking his dick to the thought of being pegged by a lesbian half-ogress, and the new and exotic member of his group wanted to join in. Olgar didn't have a neural pathway for how to react to this. He just stood there for several awkward moments before answering Rikki.

He didn't so much speak to him as he did wave him in with his free hand. Olgar motioned to Rikki's groin and opened his mouth. The ogre felt he had to repay the bard somehow for making this place possible, but he also wanted to make sure that this evening wouldn't be brought up or used against him. With his mouth open wide, he waited for Rikki's eager dick, hoping to please the bard.

 

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Xiahua would end dinner by cuddling up to Ront, holding the boy close to her bosom while kissing his forehead. "You can sleep now, boy. You did more than enough to earn it." She did ever so love to defile virginal young boys. Especially getting them in every way. In just under four hours she had taught this man enough that he would be miles ahead of his peers in this endeavor. He would not be a master by a longshot, and probably couldn't please a man, but he could easily make a young woman his own age shake a mountain with her orgasm.

Rikki, on the other hand, was not in the mood for a quick suck off. He got into the stall and moved closer, giving Olgar a kiss before shaking his head. He was not about to be that selfish of a person. No, Rikki was a performer, both on stage and in bed. Or, in this case, in a holding stall.

He got down on his knees, running his hand on both the horse's belly and Olgar's side, touching some rather sensitive areas and letting out a very low hum to spark the spell he needed to set the nerves alight. He grinned as he saw both cocks twitch and gave the horse a little bit of impetus to start moving of his own accord, making it so Olgar didn't have to work very hard.

Rikki knew that if he just offered himself to Olgar that he wouldn't be the one the ogre thought of. That wouldn't do at all. He wanted this to be about them...and a horse. It made more sense why Olgar got this beauty now, and just made Rikki desire one more. He reached his soft hands under Olgar and rubbed his abs, just avoiding his throbbing member. The darfellan smirked, his eyes taking in the man basically at his mercy and full of horse cock.

Rikki moved closer, slipping under Olgar just enough to keep leaning, but enough to touch and taste him better. He latched onto one of the leader's nipples, biting down with just enough force to elicit the best response, at least from a man. If Olgar had a more womanly touch to his chest it wouldn't feel as good and Rikki would about be wasting his time.

The Darfellan moved his head lower, his hands still touching and sparking with orgasmic magics to stroke and stimulate the ogre above him. Rikki casually removed Olgar's hand from his member and nipped at the foreskin upon his rod, pulling it slightly before sticking his tongue inside and swirling around the tip. He found Olgar's brand of taste and scent to be intoxicating and soon moved closer, taking the entire thing inside his maw.

It was no easy feat, but one Rikki enjoyed. It also paid off to be able to hold your breathe for over eighteen minutes as he sucked in a huge gasp of oxygen and impaled the flesh stake down into his throat, his lips coming into contact with the very base of Olgar's shaft. Rikki then felt the horse moving into and out of Olgar, which just drove him wilder. Yet, he was no ripe virgin, he could control himself, which was quite lucky for Olgar.

Rikki timed the thrusts of the animalistic top that was plunging deeply into his chosen lust interest and began to match it, pulling off the huge rod and slamming his warm, enjoyable throat around it when Olgar was thrust into. Rikki found himself enjoying this very much, his eyes glazing over at the pure savage taste of his boss, his pants stretching ever tighter as he felt and saw the beast ram it's meat into Olgar.

Rikki really didn't feel he'd need to be reciprocated for this, because this one adventure would keep him and his hand in much needed fantasy for a good, long while. Said hands were still occupying themselves by stroking on Olgar's stomach and chest, occasionally pinching his sensitive areas. He even offered some of his magical fingers for Olgar to suck or bite down on in case he felt that he would be moaning too much and might attract people. Of course, this could just be grandiosity from the bard.

 

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Ront, belly full and balls aching, decided to take her up on the offer. He was thouroughly exhausted in desperate need of some sleep. He kissed Xiahua on the forehead and proceeded to crawl into the bed they had just made a mess of. Smelling their stink, he was easily wafted off to sleep, smiling about what had transpired. It was only mere moments before he was out like a light.

Olgar was a little confused when Rikki declined his offer. He wasn't in too much of a position to do much, but he waited to see what the bard was up to. Olgar could feel the horse tense and react to Rikki's touch. For a moment, his was sure the horse would impale him, leaving quite a story to tell the clreic who raised his dead and broken ass. But it seemed as Rikki had spurred something in his mount to be a more active 'bed' mate. Olgar loved it, not matter how paranoid he was at the moment.

Olgar jumped a little at the sensation of Rikki's magic touch. He let go of his own cock and leaned against his steed's, grabbing the horse's belly above him with arms wide open. The bard seemed to linger and teast around everything, partially enticing the ogre, but partially upsetting him. He had been close to blowing his load on his own before Rikki scared the seed out of him.

When the bard bit Olgar's nipple, he would be able to hear a slitghtly muffled groan accompanied by the stressing of leather as the ogre curled his toes inside his boots. Olgar wasn't sure what Rikki was planning, but the ogre stared at him with his yellow eyes intently curious. Moving his hand back to his meaty member, he stroked it a few more times as the horse continued to gently prod at him.

Olgar gripped his cock hard when Rikki touched his body again. His fingers felt like tingly fire upon his olive colored skin. While distracted, Olgar didn't mind his hand being removed because it was replaced with a hot and inviting mouth. And not just a casual pecking... the bard engulfed his whole cock in his mouth and throat. This was something Olgar hadn't experienced in several years. Not many races were capable of swallowing his dick, much less get half of it in their face. Needless to say, Olgar was impressed and all to eager to enjoy tonight now that he had company.

Olgar grew concerned for Rikki... he hadn't felt the man breathe for a long while, but figured no one would suicide via sucking cock. That would be silly and quite odd, but Olgar was distracted from his rational thoughts once more as Rikki found the rhythm at which the horse plundered the ogre's expansive exit. Olgar was enjoying this and could feel himself coming back to where he was. When Rikki offered his fingers, Olgar simply crooned (which sounds strange coming from a huge giantkin) and rubbed his face and chin in Rikki's palm. Rikki could feel Olgar's sweaty face and the tensing facial muscles as both the horse and himself pleasured the mighty ogre.

 

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Rikki decided to give a purr and hum around Olgar's shaft. The darfellan eagerly reached up and touched the horse's underbelly, feeling muscles tensing up. He could anticipate what was coming next and moved his mouth down, away from the horse and Olgar's stretched hole.

In a few minutes he felt the bucking of the stallion and saw Olgar's body move in time with the wild thrusts of the steed. He could feel Olgar's own member engorge and touched his tongue to the very tip as he felt the explosion of giant-borne semen flow into his mouth. He eagerly swallowed it and pulled back to allow the last bits to splatter onto his face. Rikki maneuvered Olgar off the spent horse cock and laid him back first on the ground, cradling his nether regions and legs in his lap.

"That was very sexy to watch, boss," Rikki whispered, finally releasing the breath he had held in. He moved his face down and kissed Olgar's softening member and grinned. "It was even more fun to taste. But I can't take you back all messy like this." Without letting Olgar get a word in his new party member bent down and started tonguing his anus.

Rikki eagerly probed the horse spunk filled ass of his leader, licking out the semen he could get to and showing off that he had a long enough tongue to reach even the ogre's prostate. He continued to lick and clean out Olgar for a good while until he was satisfied and pulled back, finally allowing Olgar some reprieve. He was throbbing in his pants now, the leather restricting him enough he wouldn't be obvious unless anyone rubbed against his crotch.

"Okay, get dressed, I'll walk you to the hotel, okay?" He didn't know if he had over done it, as he had over stimulated some partners before. The way Olgar was going at the horse he doubted it, but he always preferred to be cautious. It was rather interesting, this man seeming to care more about how Olgar felt sexually than himself. He figured he could always just touch himself or use a special spell if needed. For the moment he was more concerned with if he had treated Olgar enough that he was satisfied.

 

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Once Olgar was one his back, it took him a few moments to catch his breath. And that all he was alloted. Rikki was hoisting his legs up and probing his used tail with an extremely dexterious tongue. The ogre barely hear the bard speak to him. His body was on fire and his brain was mush.

When Rikki finally let the ogre have a moment's peace, he laid there, eyes closed and breathing heavily. If it weren't for the usualy stable noises, Olgar would have passed out in the stable. That would have been amusing to explain away, but Rikki was more gracious than that. Olgar opened his eyes and looked at the bard. The look was of confusion and utter relaxation. One where he could barely keep his eyes open.

"Yes... we need... to head back..." he paused and swallowed a mouthful of very tacky spit, "I need a drink badly... care to join me there, as well?" he said with a joking sigh and laughed falling back into the hay that lined the stall. He laid there and offered a few more breathless chuckles before sitting up in ernest and looking tha bard in his face. "It's a good thing we're sharing a room..." he said hefting himself to his wobbly feet and offered a somewhat steady hand to Rikki.

Helping Rikki to his feet, he escourted the bard back towards the inn they were staying in. Finding a large enough seat for his large and damp butt, he ordered a tall and powerful brew to regroup his thoughts. Sitting with Rikki, he looked up from his massive stein and asked a single question. "You won't say anything, will you?" he asked with a thick raised eyebrow.

 

[Misanthropiclove]

Rikki helped Olgar back, adjusting himself so he would look normal when they got back to the hotel. He ordered a very strong drink, non-alcoholic, but one that smelled sweet enough to drown the smell of ogre semen on his breath. He had wiped his face clean before they left and now looked perfectly presentable.

He gave a lewd smile when Olgar asked him his question, taking a sip of his drink. "Of course not. I would like you to take me with you when you do it sometimes...if that is not too much to ask. I...I really enjoyed it. And you might could show me how to with my own?" He mentioned no specifics, but an odd, and rare, blush crept to his face. His white eye and cheek spots were the only place it showed, a light red bit of it appearing below his eyes.

"You needn't worry. Whatever you do with me is in the strictest confidence unless you wish for me to tell someone. I may be a bard but I know the best tales are those shared between a few people." He took a long swig of his drink and sighed, adjusting his shirt and motioning for a refill. "I wonder how our other companions are faring?"

At this time Xiahua's door opened and a tall, golden elf man stepped inside and placed his hat and coat on a holder. He walked into the bedroom and smiled a bit when he saw his wife with a nice treat for them. Xiahua whispered quietly to Ront, whispering sweet nothings into his ear, "Hey, would you like to try something really neat?" She kept his eyes averted from her husband and offered him a blindfold, knowing that this could end up very touchy...but rather fun.

 

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Olgar was relieved to hear that this would stay their secret. Last thing he needed was anyone finding out about such activities. And then his mood shifted to surpised when Rikki requested to not only accompany him if it were to happen again, but to learn how to do it. Olgar was a little confused by the last part. It was pretty simple, but maybe Olgar was just naturally bigger everywhere. And for a moment, the ogre swore he caught the tail end of a blush, but the bard's exotic colorings made it hard to tell at all.

And then it hit him. Rikki had asked a very valid question. Where had everyone gotten off to. With a perplexed look on his face, he looked carefully through out the bar. No sign of Belilah. How very odd of that. This is where he'd expect her to be and yet, she was missing. He knew where Daggit and Taevillis were; it was her night to watch him. No one ever really cared where Talingo went as long as he was able to be found when they wanted to find him. And that left Ront. Where could that orcling have gotten off to?

Ront stirred when Xiahua approached him on the bed. With a slight yawn from a short nap, he smiled at her and closed his eyes again. He didn't suspect anything of the honest, if not brutally honest, Xiahua. So without any thought, he blindly agreed unaware of her marital status or her partner's intentions. He glanced at her with the offered blindfold and smirked. "I've already seen what was seen, but if it'll make you happy." he said donning the dangerous device. Poor, poor Ront.