Ogres and Fairies and Bestiality... Oh my?

[dramamine213]

Taevillis surely enjoyed this coversation. The bard's outward dislike towards her wasn't anything new, but she understood that understanding who he was would take more than just simple talking. Thusly, she continued this game.

"After leaving the village, I took up several professions. Magic wasn't with me nor was the sword. Eventually found myself in a reclusive monastery. Became accepted as a pupil there and spent 67 years there training." she concluded her brief segment. The sun elf wasn't much for grand detail, unless it served a better purpose than this.

"While I trained there, I trained in all the martial arts styles they knew and some only described in ancient text they had hidden in their library. Once all of the old teachers had passed and the new ones took their place, I taught them the arts I learned from their books. After a few years of training the teachers, I left and never looked back." she added once more. It was interesting to know he'd befriended a hero-diety. Filing that away for later, she listened on.

Knowing the strangeness of halflings, she nodded in understanding. "My first sexual experience was at the end of a poisoned dagger as a 'reward' for heisting a valuble from a much older elf than I. It was his way of saying 'Thank you.' for a test meant for someone else in a long and complicated line of bizarre thieves." she said in the same tone as before. She made no attempt at emotion and listened on once more.

She admired his ability to survive on the Plane of Shadows at the tender age of 15. Her eyes moved to smile a little, but kept her mouth deathly still. "After leaving the monastery is when I found the band of thieves. Being who I was then, I was eager to prove myself and with my training, I quickly rose to the upper echelons of their 'guild'. That's when I was raped and left the 'guild' in search of better and safer work. Finding weakling nobles, it was easy work to be hired out as a bodyguard. The appreciated the attractive and mildly exotic female company while I defended them when it was called for." she stopped, listening to the bard once more.

What an interesting way to escape the bowels of the Shadows. His harp was a for more powerful instrument than he had let on. "Protecting royalty for a few decade occupied me. Defeated several attempts as assassination until I was drugged and imprisoned by their opposing faction. I was held prisoner for 19 years and was tortured and raped for information about the family. Eventually, I gave them false information and I was released to only seek revenge and murdered everyone in their ruling leaders' lives. Needless to say, that was an enormous amount of work, tracking all of their family members down to the most recently born and in hiding." she stopped, letting that sit in the air like opium smoke.

Nodding, she continued with her steeled poker face. "Once I felt I had eliminated the opposition efficiently, I sought to redeem myself with my former royal associates. Of hearing of my deeds and revenge tactics, they banished me from thier kingdom. I bare an invisible arcane mark that will incinerate my body to ashes should I step forth back into their royal living areas." she stopped to drink from her wineskin.

Ah, so he's also pissed off a demon lord. She would do well to remember that and see if she could discover which to further avoid their wrath. "I left their kingdom to seek out a magician of sorts to remove said mark, but it seems to be in favor with their wizard's god of choice's favor. Finding none to relieve me of this curse, I decided I had many years to wait out their wizard's death. In doing so, I figured I'd try and find new work, far far away from that family. I found it in a desert oasis when I paused a long hike for some water and rest." she paused again.

When Rikkie paused, she knew it was Ront by the sound of his boots clinking and rubbing against themselves. She also heard Olagr's barefeet as his toenails were never maintained. His footsteps stopped short of the central room, meaning he was now listening in. How cheeky of the ogre. she felt. She decided to change her game plan a little now that the boss was listening in. Letting Rikki finish his turn in this game, she spoke once more.

"At the oasis, I met up with some wealthy merchants and offered my protection services until we made it to the port city they were caravaned up for. We made it to the city after a rough tangle with some half-blue dragons and their pet mummy lord. Once in the city, I sought out a place on a ship to get out of that continent and made it to this one. It was several years later that I joined the guild that Olgar is a part of and a few more years till I was assigned to his band. It's been 3 years since that assignment almost to the day." she concluded. She knew Olgar would hear this story and know parts of it were true while adding to the story he believed to be her life story.

"Yes, yes we can, bard. And I'll be sure to have the first words. Sleep well." she offered in her cold voice and sat in the central room as Rikki walked away yawning. Sitting perfectly still and controlling her breathing and hearbeat, she listened in onto the whispering ogre's conversation with the bard.

Olgar waved his hands about to grab Rikki's attention. Uncharacteristically, he grabbed and gently pulled Rikki closer and started whispering. "You know, she doesn't talk much. That's pretty impressive." he complimented, but then it was down to business. "I've got a problem with Ront that I need... your experience with. I'm not sure how best to explain... male on male mating to him." he said with a confused look. The ogre knew this would be an odd conversation with the bard.

 

[Misanthropiclove]

Rikki was rather pleased by the hug and then looked at Olgar with a bit of confusion. "Well, generally you take the top's penis(es) and place...oh, it is a bit more complicated than the general schematics of man love then? I see. Take me to him."

Rikki walked into the room and made sure Olgar was with him. He listened to the stumbling of Ront and nodded, smiling. "Ront, I am an odd person, I care about the person I am with, regardless of gender. I could sleep with yourself, Olgar here, Taevillis, even Talingo. If I cared for them. You are most likely only used to people of certain genders falling for people of the opposite gender. That is not always true. Sit back and I will try and explain this to you."

"For races like myself, yourself, and Olgar, there are two specific genders. This may not always be the case, but nature intended two genders. For reproduction and the survival of the species, since we are short lived, we are mainly hardwired for sex between male and female. You two are different though. Being half-raced, you are not completely a real "race." No offense, but this can often drive you to be very, very heterosexual in an effort to make more like you, or leave you confused. The majority is confused, but picks up the sexual likes of the races they live with. With you, orc wise, you are a Grey orc. Your kind is odd because they treat their woman with more respect than baby sacks. They also haven't gotten past the tight brothers thing, which is when two orc males basically become very close. It is very common for these orcs to have sex with one another, alternating positions to show they actually deeply care for one another. Many orcs do this also because having sex with women outside of having kids is seen as...unwanted. You are also part human. Humans are kinky, let us leave it at that."

He motioned for Olgar and stood next to him. "Now, another reason. Look at how big Olgar is. Olgar, place your hands on my shoulders. Now push down hard. No, I will be fine." Rikki would fight back, actually remaining standing, kind of, for a good amount of time, "That is enough, Olgar. See how I resisted? If Olgar wanted a partner he didn't have to tip-toe around, it would most likely need to be a man." He lashed out, tripping Olgar and catching him, holding him slanted with his arms. "And I can treat Olgar roughly back, should he wish. I can also be very, very gentle if he wanted." He kissed the ogre man, being very sweet as he did so before propping him back up. "That way I may not be a woman, yet I am a much more flexible lover."

Rikki conjured an illusion of a normal looking elf man. "Some races are different. Longer lived races like elves have a much lower reproduction urge, yet still the same sex drive. This can lead them to a lot of experimenting during their lives, or just a very innate urge towards the same gender except for the few years they are 'in season' so to speak. They still have sexual urges, just not like us shorter lived races."

He let the image vanish and flexed, "Then there is just those who are male and only attracted to males. They are generally born that way, racially speaking. The races with only two genders are like that. Some races that are mono-gendered or tainted highly by chaos, such as those living in Limbo, may actually just wake up homosexual sometimes. Mono-gendered may also only like the males or females of other races, thus not truly making them homosexual. This must be confusing."

He sat down and took Ront's hands and held them, "Why do you think people choose a mate? They want someone who attracts them and makes them feel special. They want someone they can share time and emotions with. It is sometimes limited for some people; they only can feel connected that way to certain genders and/or races. If you found someone who made you feel like you belonged and that they understood how you felt, wouldn't you want to be with them? And you would want to show your love too, which includes sex."

He grinned and sighed, "Sex is a-whole-nother ball game, my boy. But for companionship, it does not matter if it is female/female, female/male, or male/male. Why, I'd be with Olgar for the rest of my life if he made me feel utterly special and I would die trying to protect him. Same with you, Ront. I do hope that helps you."

He really did. He could go into a lot more detail, but he figured it was late and Ront needed to filter that stuff out.

 

[dramamine213]

Olgar nodded and took Rikki to Ront. Ront was laying on his bed with his shoes off, waving his feet about with his arms over his head. Olgar cleared his throat to politely get his attention. Ront sat up once he realized Rikki was there, too. Looking a little embarrassed, he told the same thoughts and questions that he had nervously blurted to the ogre.

Ront sat and nodded, with looks of confusion and concern at times as the bard spoke. Taking his words to heart, he leaned back on his elbows, watching and listening to Rikki. The bard seemed to touch a lot on things Ront hadn't thought of and some things he hadn't mentioned. It made him feel better that someone knew SOMETHING about how he was feeling now.

When Rikki motioned for Olgar, admittedly, the ogre was a little confused. The request for Olgar to squish Rikki was a little uneasy and gave a leery face. Once comforted a touch, he did as asked, pressing down on the darfellen's shoulders. The bard didn;'t buckle for a little bit, but backed off at the second he spoke again. But just as quickly, he found himself in Rikki's arms, halfway to the floor. A gentle kiss was offered to him, which made the ogre a little flusterd causing him to blulsh as he was placed back on his feet. He wasn't used to someone with such fast relexes... so close to him. Turning a little to keep the blush to himself, he was glad that Rikki was doing a better job of explaining all of this than he could have.

Ront was a little caught off guard seeing his boss so easily tripped up and then stood back up. The sight of his mentor being kissed by the bard made him a little uneasy, and slightly averted his eyes. It seemed like something that was off importance that he shouldn't see. It wasn't his business. Looking back toward Rikki, he saw the illusion of the elven man. The words following made sense to the young orc.

And yes, the whole Limbo/mon-gendered thing was confusing. Ront made sure to look good and confused. That was something he perticularly had no known knowledge of. It sounded like something Talingo and certainly Rikki would know, being creatures of magic. When the bard sat next to him, his muscles tightened. He really didn't know what to expect from a man... who ahd just tripped his boss, kissed him, and was answering all of his questions. Both asked and unasked.

As the bard took his hands, he felt how sleek they were. It was an odd feeling to feel hos soft this man's hands were. He took in the last of the bard's information and looked to Olgar. Olgar was not looking at them speaking. He was busying himself with something near his feet, waiting for Rikki to finish. The ogre was conflicted now. The bard had confessed some inner desires, whether they were hypothetical or factual, which concerned the ogre leader. This is how it happened before and he was nervous about it.

Ront nodded and thanked Rikki. "I appreciate your help. Olgar usually isn't so good with words, so I guess this is a thanks. I don't think he could have said it as well. Not saying he couldn't... but, that it was... well, just unlikely." he said nervously. Olgar nodded and opened the door. "I'll be in my room if anyone needs me. Gald we could help Ront." he said quickly. Ront noticed the odd behavior, but just chalked it up to the conversation.

Olgar headed back to his room, drowned in thoughts of lovers past. His feelings towards his last love were still a little raw and Rikki was a lot like him. He really hoped that Rikki would stick around after their misson and most of all, survive it. Opening the door, he sighed and sat in the bed. Leaning back, he stared at the ceiling, not knowing if the bard would seek him out again or if he'd be left to stew in his thoughts.

 

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Rikki took his praise and watched Olgar walk off. "No problem Ront. I know you probably didn't catch all of it, so if you have any other questions don't be afraid to ask them, okay?" He grinned and waved at the other, walking out.

He hummed to himself as he kept going, wondering what he should do. He decided to check in with Olgar and make sure he was okay with the kiss and to let him know he had some clothing. He knocked on the door and looked in when Olgar opened up. "Hello. I hope I wasn't too forward with you while talking to Ront. I just wanted to show him a reason why you would choose men as sexual partners, and why many of the stronger races do. If I was out of place I apologize and won't do that again."

He pointed to the dresser, his eyes shimmering. "I have a bit of a surprise for you. I put a bit of extra effort into this casting and made it so that you can have a lot of clothing. Well, some clothing I suppose. Your dresser came with clothing made for someone of your build." He threw open the dresser and showed Olgar some of the clothing inside, some made of silks, others just utilitarian outfits. "I saw you didn't have many clothes and thought this could help out some."

He seemed very sheepish and looked about after he was done. "I...I would like to ask, if it is not a problem...that next time we are at an inn or another place, that...perhaps we can share a room again? It doesn't have to be for sex, but I really liked sleeping next to you. It made me feel...safe."

Rikki felt many things during his travels, but safety was rarely one of them. When he needed to be prepared for many things he generally just felt very secure, or edgy. Something about those muscular arms though... "I'm sorry. That was probably uncalled for. I know you shouldn't show any favoritism in the group. If we ever get together in a room again, I would like that."

He made a hand signal that must have meant goodbye as he headed to the door. "I'll see you in the morning, captain."

 

[dramamine213]

A knock came to his door, stirring him from his thoughts. Sitting up, he expected Rikki to be at this door. He had hoped the bard would join him this evening. Opening the door, his guess was right. Waving the bard in, he re-relaxed back on the bed.

Olgar waved off the kiss that Rikki spoke about. He would have appreciated a little warning, but around someone so... Rikki, it looked as if actions similar would be semi-expected. "It was fine, don't worry about it." he replied. He laid back on his elbows, crossing his fingers on his bare stomach.

The ogre was again, suprised by the darfellen. Olgar looked at the offering of clothing and was a little embarrassed about it. He knew it was hard to find clothing that fit which made him resort to making his own. Which was long and boring work, leaving him with a bit of a limited selection. He smiled and blushed against his will. "Thanks... I really needed that." he offered meekly. Well, as meek as a brutish looking half-ogre can.

Rikki's overall posture seemed to change after that. Maybe he had some how offended or embarrassed the bard. This made him sit up a little more as Rikki spoke. The suddenly shy bard had admitted to the ogre that he made him feel safe. It had been many years since hearing that. It made him a little less unsure about Rikki's intentions and offered a smile.

Thinking that Rikki would stay and suprised when he was heading out, Olgar stood up and shook his head. "You don't have to leave. You can stay here. It's I who should be asking to stay. This is all your's." he said waving his large hand about. "So please, stay in your bed tonight. And either you can accept my trespassing or deal with it." he concluded with an oddly sly wink with his hands on his hips.

Taevillis slinked off to her room once she was content with their conversation. She didn't want to hear Olgar and Rikki once more. The stable had been enough for her for a long time.

 

[Misanthropiclove]

Rikki stopped at the door way, his face looking rather unconvinced at the words. Olgar would get his answer when Rikki shut the door and locked it, his shirt soon finding it's way to the floor. Rikki kicked off his boots and made his way over to the bed, his pants landing on the floor as he sat down, "Well, I suppose I cannot say no to such an offer, captain. That would be rather insubordinate."

The Darfellan gave a cheery leer and grappled the ogre, burying his face in his chest. It was warm, muscular, and felt a lot like smashing his head into a rock. It was all Rikki could ask for. He gave a gentle sigh as he felt the arms wrap around him. In true tribute to his trade even his sighs somehow sounded melodious. It was obvious he put a lot of effort into his job.

He laid down and waited for Olgar to get ready for bed. The bed in the room had magically grown to accommodate both men with great ease and even offer them more room. Wherever Rikki placed his body the bed would soften some, his like for his bed to be very easy on the skin taking over in it's mechanics.

"You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd swear Taevillis was trying to make sure I fit in this party. Maybe she wants me to join." He chuckled, the idea of that woman not taking anything she wanted or just being subtle was enough for him to really feel silly. He didn't mind being silly with Olgar for some reason. He wondered, half-heartedly, if he was falling in love or if this was just going to be his crush while he was with the party. He didn't mind catering to Olgar, and the thought of making him happy didn't make Rikki feel anything bad, or even inconvenienced. Yet, Rikki wasn't really seeing this going more than the mission at hand.

He could just as easily be dispatched to something else, as he was currently employed by the same people as Olgar. If he was to go somewhere else, he would be forced to. He grunted, the simple sound pushing all of this future thought away. What mattered now was that he had a warm ogre to cuddle.

 

[dramamine213]

Olgar thought so. An uncharacteristic snicker came forth from the beast of a man. When Rikki plowed his face into his chest, he felt a little sorry for how hard he impacted. Wrapping his arms around him in a firm hug to semi-apologize for such a rough bump.

Olgar watched the room's magic adjust. He wasn't used to these kinds of things, but decided that ti wasn't going to kill by seeing how big Rikki's smile was. Someone who was out to murder didn't look so happy unless they were evil. And the bard was far from it.

"Pffft, she's a loon sometimes. I try and not pay too much attention to her. She seems to really dislike that." he said without knowing the weird heated bit in the central room. Removing his clothes, he decided a bit of silliness was to be had if the bard was this relaxed.

Turning with a big stupid grin on his face, he laughed as he bound across the room from the door, and took to the air towards the bed. While he was a large and heavy ogre, them muscled legs sure got him airborn. Olgar hoped that magical bed could take his nearly 400 lbs. body coming from such a height, but it would make a terribly funny story if it didn't. Rikki had to be careful of the imcoming flying naked ogre.

 

[Misanthropiclove]

Rikki's eyes went wide and he rolled off the bed, which easily adjusted to take the ogre impact with just a light "woompf" sound. It then cradled him like nothing had happened at all. Rikki got off the floor and glared at Olgar, "What the hells! You could have crushed me!" He sighed and flopped on the bed, a little ticked now. He was face down in the bed, his body relaxing from the nightmarish fear of being crushed by a muscular ogre.

He raised his head and cocked what would be an eyebrow, something he had found out early was a sign of confusion for most humanoid races with eyebrows, "I thought you might have had a fetish for crushed, broken men. And if you do I will say that is one of the few kinks I won't indulge in, boss." He rubbed the chest of the ogre and grinned.

"I am up for most anything else. Or would be, if I had much of a sex drive." He stretched out, his body relaxed now. With little disturbance in the bed Rikki was suddenly on his back, showing off his nice and soft body. "Unless of course you are going to order me to lie back while you lick and suck on me. I don't think I would turn that down. You did seem rather eager to get me in your mouth before." He teased lightly, not needing any sort of sensuous stimulation for the night.

He wouldn't turn any down, of course. He did like the idea of doing nearly anything with Olgar. Yet he was tired, from all his playing and fishing and talking with Taevillis and Ront. Sleep or a bit of fun was fine. "So, what'll it be chief?"

 

[dramamine213]

Olgar let out a tremendous laugh into the bed as Rikki scolded him. The look on his face was priceless. And this bed was really comfortable. Rolling over onto his side, he propped up his head with his long arm and admired Rikki's pure black skin. It really caught the light oddly.

Rikki's humor was pretty good. The ogre laughed about his comment and smiled. The sleek hand rubbed his chest while a pleasant smile crept across the bard's face. Olgar snorted at him as he stretched out and turned tummy up. The thought of ordering the bard around sounded like a little fun. 'Abusing' his power was a little arousing.

Flipping his large frame over the bard, he grinned stupidly and acted a little uncharacteristically cocky. "Why yes, I do order to you lie back and take what I give you. You understand?" he said leaning down and offering a long lick across Rikki's chest with his hot wide tongue.

While stratling the bard, Olgar's large flacidmanhood dangled upon Rikki's thighs. The soft skin could feel the sleekness of the bard's black skin and it felt so good. Pecking off kisses around Rikki's chest, he would take a tiny nibble while gently pushing his tusks into his skin. He chuckled a few times about how silly that sounded. It reminded him of some rather ridiculous paladins he had met once.

 

[Misanthropiclove]

Rikki figured out rather easily what was on Olgar's mind. He figured he was going to be up just a little while longer. Well, perhaps a bit longer. He didn't mind it, and he gave a little shiver when he felt the ogre penis rest on his thigh. His hands moved to rub and stroke on Olgar's head, his body arching up a tiny little bit to give his boss a better grip over him.

The skin of the bard would feel much suppler now that he had had a chance to be in the water, his natural sleekness enhanced because it had had to keep him dry. The dark skin would glimmer sensuously in the light in the room, making him look rather molestable in this light. Rikki opened his mouth to let out a little sound and gave an encouraging moan.

Spread legs invited Olgar to caress and explore Rikki's manhood, with the bard's body allowing him access to every cranny the ogre would try to get to. His supple skin quivered under the touch, not at all worried that Olgar would be too heavy handed for him. The epidermis also gave way for the tusks, bending in but not being punctured in the least.

Rikki's arms finally found their way to Olgar's back and pulled him up, kissing on him as he kept his eyes closed, his mind picturing what the ogre must be looking like. "You know, for such a big man you are surprisingly gentle. I like that." He figured Olgar was being very careful and he could only imagine what kind of trouble he had gotten into with past sexual escapades. It was not a pretty picture with such a vivid imagination.

"So, are you just going to touch and poke me all night? I can deal with that, but if you insist on it I would like a massage." Slightly pointed teeth showed up in a playful grin from the bard, his eyes trailing down to the lower body of the ogre. "Or I could offer you my tongue services again?"

 

[dramamine213]

Olgar really enjoyed the oddity that was Rikki's skin. His tongue seemed to be on the verge of squeeking while his tusks only slide around the pliable skin. The skin's warmth felt alien to Olgar, which he kissed and nibbled gently at. All the talking Rikki was doing was also distracting.

Reaching on of his long arms up, he placed his big paw on Rikki's mouth. "You hush, bard..." he said as he licked lower down Rikki's body, "You've done enough. It's my turn. Now hush... that's an order." he said smiling and moving further south. Reaching the bas of Rikki's white cock, the ogre took in a deep breath and exhaled. The hot air could be felt on Olgar's face and he knew that felt inviting.

Shifting his body a little lower, he better placed his face over Rikki's groin. With one long lick of his warm wide tongue, Olgar swept from under the bard's white sensual spheres up to engulf his cock. Pulling his lips from the soft skin, he looked up to the bard for any notion of disinterest.

While the pair of beasts proceeded to romp about in their lust, Ront slept restlessly. Several times he woke up from his mind wandering without a leash. All of these confusing ideas were attacking him, seemingly, even while he slept. Deciding to give sleep one last try, he rolled over in a desperate attempt to get some rest.

 

[Misanthropiclove]

Rikki felt a little peeved when he was told to e quiet. The voice of such an accomplished bard is not something that should be silenced just because some savage brute wanted to play in semi-silence. He frowned, knowing the man couldn't see him with his face so plunged into his crotch.

Tensed muscles and shiny skin rewarded Olgar with his affections to Rikki's penis. the hardening of the member came next and a light groan as it was swallowed up by Olgar. Frowns melted into blissful smiles and silly eye movements as Rikki carefully ground up into the mouth, his member eagerly searching out that warm, soft tongue that his boss could use besides keeping it tied around his newest party member.

Rikki curled around Olgar's head, his arms hugging his boss' neck as he kept his member buried deep into his mouth. This pleasure was very well received and he was almost peeved that he hadn't tried it back when he had the chance. Yet the feeling right now was more than enough for the orca colored bard.

He soon stopped his frantic antics and flopped back on the bed, rigid as a rock now for Olgar to play with. He huffed out a short, "That's approved," before going back to look like a rather pleased lover. The tongue the ogre had could have a myriad uses, and it's width was very much appreciated by the bard.

 

[dramamine213]

Olgar was glad Rikki enjoyed his mouth. He could feel the eager bard pushing his hips and dick further into his mouth. Sticking his wide tongue out, he lapped at the white pearls that hung below his ivory shaft. Rikki's skin was just so inviting.

The ogre smiled as Rikki's hands explored and hung around his thick neck. The noises he made were pleasing to his ears, so all the more the ogre worked to shower bis lover's member with attention. Pulling off for a moment, he focused his broad probing tongue around the sides of the bardic jewels, making sure no inch was left dry and thusly neglected.

Rikki's sudden release of tension caught Olgar's attention. Looking up towards his face, the ogre let a smile creep over his tusks. Laying with his full belly on the bed now, Olgar lifted one of Rikki's legs and began to kiss the underside of that thigh. Nipping here and there, he closed his own eyes and let his lips see for him.

The kissed landed softing on the muscles of the bard. Olgar slowly let them caress the black skin as he manuvered towards Rikki's pearly entrance. The supple flesh was tightly puckered underneath the sack of jewels the bard was blessed with. Pausing for only a moment to admire the scene, Olgar drug his hot wet tongue firmly across his hole and up underneath his gems.

 

[Misanthropiclove]

Rikki gave soft, pleased sounds as he felt his shaft and scrotum being licked and touched. He wished he could have told Olgar how much he appreciated it, but the man had asked for silence. He was going to give it to him this once. He didn't know why this made him so aroused, he had been with much more talented and adept partners. Yet...something made him just so great and wonderful to be with.

Rikki's eyes popped open when he felt that great, wet tongue touch his entrance. His gasp would not escape his throat, turning into a low, whale song sounding thrum. A hand would appear in front of the puckered anus of the bard, his eyes shimmering. he stretched himself a little for Olgar, the sweet colors of black on white mixing as his fingers opened his entrance in front of Olgar. Rikki's mouth opened once, a nice tone coming out, "More?"

Rikki was glad he didn't have to admit he was struck lightly speechless. It would have been very embarrassing to admit that. He had rarely been rendered speechless, and the fact that Olgar did it would have to make Rikki think about it. Yes, he was good at sex, and he did feel very nice, but why was he doing this to Rikki?

He had no answer for it at the moment. He didn't need one. Olgar was giving him pleasure and he was more than happy to receive it. He let his eyes flutter closed once more, his lips bitten lightly in anticipation.

 

[dramamine213]

As Rikki opened himself a little, he smiled and spoke softly. "This is fine for now..." he said concluding conversation on his side with a strong prod with his tongue, Olgar pressed deep into Rikki's flesh ending with a soft kiss matching the bard's puckered tail. With a heavy exhale, the ogre savored the ever slight smell of Rikki's sweet gems gently perched on his nose.

For a few moments, Olgar gently kissed and licked the entrance to Rikki's innards. Kissing the black fingers holding his hole open, Olgar nibbled them in between kisses with a smile on his face. He wanted Rikki to enjoy himself after all he'd done for him and his group, but this wasn't just simple repayment...

Olgar knew that it would be sometime before he'd impale the bard on his cock. They would have to work on it together as it was a task. For now, he was satisfied with the pleasant noises the bard was making in reaction to his mouth and breaths. Sucking on Rikki's pearls, Olgar took his other hand and stroked on the ivory shaft slowly and with a controlled grip.

Looking up between the bard's thighs, he guaged his grip's tension on the slight muscle shifts that Rikki offered. Once more, he took his broad tongue and licked Rikki's hole a touch more forceful. The ogre happily licked that puckered flesh, probing about delicately. He surely didn't want the bard in any discomfort during such an intimate moment.

 

[Misanthropiclove]

Rikki couldn't help it. When the tongue entered him again and that hand caressed his rod he gave a few harsh, panted groans and started shooting his semen onto his stomach. His black body was now covered in a milky white spunk that smelled vaguely of seaweed. Rikki panted, his eyes closed as he started to relax after his hefty orgasm.

He found himself cuddled by the ogre and his eyes opened, looking sleepily at his partner. He had no idea why, but Olgar's handjobs were something Rikki could just have all day long. Or all night. Perhaps just a few times to keep them special. "So, what do I need to do for you, big boss?"

Rikki was ready for anything...except the fact he was just needed for cuddles. He opened his eyes and looked at Olgar with shock. He had not expected that for anything. "Are you sure? You could top me, if you want. I don't mind..." He felt a bit selfish to not get anything back from Olgar. Especially seeing as he had watched him get screwed by a horse and then later took advantage of that surprisingly tight hole.

He gave up trying to pressure Olgar and cuddled close to him, his body going limp with sleep at the first sign of hugs. He definitely felt safe around this man. Especially when being held by him. He gave a soft, happy exhalation of air as his body fell deeper into sleep, dreams of early childhood running through his mind now.

 

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With Rikki's sweet pearls in his mouth once again, he could feel the familiar pulsing accompanied with pleasant and throaty moans. Olgar gently licked Rikki's tail hole while the darfellen shot a hefty load about his chest. While the bard recovered from his orgasm, the ogre did well to nibble and lap up the load with eyes closed and a smile on his face.

Shaking his head, he lifted a hand to dismiss the notion. "It's not needed. Don't concern yourself tonight about it." he said landing a passionate kiss on Rikki's soft neck. Pulling the blankets up over their forms, he pulled the darfellen close to his body. His skin always felt strange and that always kept Olgar's attention.

"Another time. Just sleep now. We've got a busy day tomorrow." the ogre said ending the conversation with a long hug and snufflings into the bard's hair. Olgar felt content and happy he was able to share what he had with someone equally concerned about they way people treated each other.

Feeling Rikki's body go limp, he knew he was alone in thought now. Cuddled up next to the bard, he let his mind wander. He was begining to feel a familiar emotion, but wanted to be very carfeul exploring it's possibilities. He'd been heartbroken for several years. No amount of one night stands, hookers, booze, and drugs hadn't numbed the sudden loss of his former love. Taking a deep breath and savoring the slightly sweaty smell of the interesting creature snoozing away in his arms, he smiled and let himself get to sleep.

Ront awoke once more and decided he would go and walk the halls of this grand place. He needed to take his mind of what he considered disturbing imagery. They pictures of Xiahua's husband pounding his rump had begun to stir feelings he wasn't quite ready to explore. It made him terribly nervous. A walk should do plenty good.

When morning came, the magical residence lightened to stir the companions and co-workers. Ront was fast asleep in the central room where he came to rest after what felt like miles of wandering. Talingo was the first to rouse and make his way to the central room. He had brewed his arsenal and readied several spells in preperation of today's conclusion. Finding Ront laid out on the large couch, he took accidental notice of the orcling's painfully obvious erection desperately stabbing flimsy linen breeches.

Ebarrassed about his eyes lingering, Talingo cleared his voice rather loudly, stirring the orc to roll over. While the wizard admired the boy's gift, he was rather angered that he had been deformed by his father. Sitting and crossing his arms, Talingo sat in a chair, drumming his fingers in hushed lust-filled musings and silent anger waiting for the rest of the group to wake.

Taevillis was followed by a suprisingly chipper Belilah. Watching the halfling skip by was more than enough to draw the monk's evil curiousity as to what could influence the master thief in such a way. Making a mental note, she sat down across from a blushing and annoyed Talingo. And Ront seemed to be... oh gods. Rolling her eyes, she leaned over and spoke softly into Ront's pointed ear.

No one could hear what she said, but it made the orc arch his back and then suddenly coil into a fetal position. "Sorry... about that... guys..." he said quietly. The monk enjoyed the look of utter shock and embarrassment from the orc. While she found it amusing, she just didn't have patience to plot all her specifically tailored conversations with everyone today. The wizard and thief would be enough. She'd have to prod the orc boy later about his bawdy dreams.

Olgar, snoozing happily, kept the bard close for most of the night. When morning came, he roused slightly as Rikki did. The movement made him stretch and yawn. He felt relaxed and quite rested. Realizing how rested he was, he was even more greatful for the magical bed Rikki had provided. Smiling as the bard dressed, he just casually stroked the meaty member that he had ignored last night. Rubbing one out seemed like a perfect start to his day, else he would find himself trying to maintain an empty mind till he got a few moments.

 

[Misanthropiclove]

Rikki had a wonderful and eventful night with the ogre. There were no bad dreams and he found himself comforted by the big wall of muscle that was Olgar. Having a lover who actually cared how he felt was different after so long to pandering to other peoples lusts. There was never anything wrong to pandering to partners; Rikki loved doing that with a passion. There was just something very special and sweet about how Olgar went about it.

In the morning there was a nearly graceful exit from the bed followed by a waking ogre, which Rikki apologized for. His skin was still shimmering and he looked very gorgeous after a night of rest, as long as you stayed away from the morning breath of course. A quick wave of the hand and muttering utterance took care of accumulated grime, plaque, and even dirty hair. The entire way Rikki stayed so well groomed was now known, at least to Olgar.

A few subtle glances let the bard know he was being watched by a boss with morning wood. He coyly acted like he didn't know and showed off his body in many seductive ways. He flexed and stretched, acting as if it was deliberate morning exercise. Every move showed off something of his, and it was just perfectly done. It ended with him facing Olgar, a slick look plastered on his face as his dark eyes took in the ogre finally getting off. "You are pretty...no, I think I'll just leave it at that. I doubt you've ever gotten that comment."

Clothes came next; tight and taut with armor over them in case they were ambushed on the way that day. He plucked out a flute and tested it, his frame relaxing when he got the right pitch. His armor was some of the same sharkskin with odd and desirable looking studs on it. How they could be desirable was odd, most likely some sort of glamour placed on the item.

The hair was the last bit on Rikki's dressing. He tied it into a tall and lustrous ponytail topknot. His eyes darted to the armoire filled with clothing for the ogre. He hoped Olgar would wear something from it, but he wouldn't push him to. He ventured out of the room, telling Olgar he would wait for him at the main room. He didn't want to smother the man...and he didn't expect anyone to know of their dalliance that night since he didn't smell of sex or ogre at all anymore.

He walked by Ront and gave a soft chuckle as he saw the tell-tale evidence of a throbbing erection, but gave no other hint about it. He sat at the table and pulled out some of the fish from the previous night and ate it with little fanfare. Dark, nictating eyes looked at everyone at the table and he even gave a graceful nod to the elf lady.

All wonderful things come to an end, and that is exactly what happened when everyone had to leave the spell. The horses and pony were gathered and led out, the door to the nice lodgings disappearing as they all left. It was as if the entire place had never existed, which is pretty much how reality reacted to it. The spell was nigh flawless in that regard.

The time raping music started up and horses began to move. In little under twelve hours they were at their destination and Rikki found his throat was somewhat sore. He, sadly, couldn't cure this because he could no longer correctly intone the words to his healing spells as his throat was too torn up to get that pitch. It was the curse of the bard: Verbal components were just as much music as lyrics.

He wouldn't bother anyone with this, more afraid Talingo would find out about it and somehow scathe his throat permanently so he could no longer sing nor work his gimmicky yet useful magics. That would not ever happen.

There was another bad part about this village: Rikki had never been here. He had no contacts that he knew and pretty much everything was new. After some tea and rest Rikki would have to go carousing. The allure of new people and sounds and sights were just too much a call for the bard.

 

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Olgar intently watched the bard clean up and don his gear. The movements he made were subtle and showed off his muscle and dexterity rather well. Ever bend and crease seemed to accentuate his beauty. As Rikki stretched his muscles, yawning a bit, Olgar drank in the sight. Having finally peaked in his motions, he grimaced in pleasure as he let loose an adequate torrent of semen into his belly fuzz.

As Rikki spoke, he smiled with a small chuckle knowing he hadn't been too secretive of his actions. However, it was the only time somone had used the word 'pretty' to describe his self. Nodding and with a small laugh he agreed. "No, can't say anyone's called my tusked butt pretty. Always room for a first, though." he stretched and yawned.

Olgar was impressed with the bard's armor. The strange material it was made of looked similar to Rikki's own skin and he wondered if it was also from a water beast. Finally bothering to shed the blankets completely, the sticky ogre rose from the bed, wiping his mess up with his pants.

Remembering that there were these new magical clothes, Olgar decided to go through what there was available. Finding some dress atire, he decided to save it for a worthy occasion. Finding some nice dark colored breeches and a blue hued shirt, he was rather impressed with how it looked. He'd never had looked presentable before and these certainly had the stichings of a master seamstress. And SOCKS! Olgar about laughed. This was a first! His claws tended to make short work of wooly devices, but these... these had holes sewn into the tips of the toes to let his talons avoid tearing their delicate bits. How excited the ogre was!

Once dressed and extremely pleased with Rikki's magical paradise, he seemed to slightly strut from the room to chow and discuss today's plans. Finding an oddly silent central room and being greated with several odd emotions on the most unsuspecting faces made Olgar look a little harder round the room. Taevillis looked like a content cat; her epxression thin and smiling. Talingo was obviously distressed, but badly faking it. Belilah was grinning of all damn things. And Ront looked like someone just spouted his most personal secrets for all to mock. Boy, Olgar was confused.

Trying to ignore what the hell might have happened after the bard and himself went to bed, he ate some f their pack provisions and discussed what today would entail. "With Rikki's blessed help, we should reach Presaad by early evening. Once there, I'll see if I can secure us a place for a home base of sorts till we finish with out contact. Talingo, if you've learned anything from that book, be sure not to share it with the contact. I trust you'll take care of what's needed, yes?" he said looking to the wizard. "I've already got my potions prepared and spells readied. I'll handle this, though it would be nice if I could borrow your serivces, monk." he said looking to Taevillis. Olgar nodded and knew that it would indeed be helpful.

However, the monk wasn't pleased. Her face shifted from content to deathly neutral. "Sure wizard. I'll aid you." she said coldly. Olgar knew she didn't want to, but he didn't suspect any foul play involved with her. "Alright, once we have our objective complete, we'll be off to cath our boat from Gaeltraum across the sea to St. Mauer's Port. Since Rikki has blessed us with excellent travel times, we should be on schedule from now out." he smiled and patted the bard on the back.

With everyone as pleased as possible, Olgar made motions to get the show on the road. As the mounts were lead out and the magical hotel packed away, the group made their shortened journey to Presaad. The temperate forest broke into a drier climate full of tall grasses and sparse trees. How very flat everything had become. With their speedy travel, they garnered a few brief looks of merchants as they easily passed them. Even some of the farmers paused their toiling to glance at the hastened caravan.

The bustling merchant city was before them just before dusk. Olgar had timed it just right with Rikki's help. Though they made it within his acceptable timeframe, their reception was not the greatest. With this being one of the many stops on the western coast for merchants, this place held some deplorable folks in all facets of work. As the entered the city, Olgar corraled the group to the stables.

This exotic band of traveler thieves were stared at by the mundane populace that thrived locally. Humans, dwarves, and half-elves littered everywhere with about 1 in 1000 being something else. However, the open air market had the densest location of otherworldly beings. Talingo's kind held a large section of various interplanar goods including beasts, meats, armors, weapons, and assortments of knicknacs and spell components.

Once the beasts were stabled, the ogre told the group to stay for a moment. Leaving them to secure rooms, he made quick steps to do so. Bugbears weren't exactly a welcomed sort here. Even the stablehands gripped their rakes a little harder each time Daggit looked towards them.

A few minutes passed before the ogre returned. "I've got three rooms around the way. Go ahead and park Daggit there and be about your businesses. Talingo... Tae, I expect results tomorrow..." he instructed. With that, the pair disappeared from sight rather quickly. Belilah escorted the bugbear to his room leaving Ront, Rikki, and Olgar in the stables. "We're free to wander if you'd like. I've spent some time here, so I'd love to see if a few friends still live." he said looking hopeful. Ront shrugged and agreed to go. "Sure, I've nothing to do here." he said looking a little bored already. "How bout it, bard?" Olgar extended the invitation towards Rikki.

If Rikki were to agree, they'd wander the open air market and go knocking about a few hole in the wall shops and places. If he decided to do his own thing, he'd find a few places to perform and even fewer places of good reputation to explore.

 

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Rikki watched as people went off and looked up at Olgar. He shook his head and responded with a somewhat raspy voice, "No thank you. I always enjoy exploring and I figure doing so alone will allow me a bit of spending money. Besides, I would slow you both down." He motioned to his rather wide feet, which were webbed under his shoes. He was many things, but fast had never been one of them. He would head to his room and disrobe, placing on new clothing and no armor. He would have a very venomous and deadly dagger though, along with a hand crossbow tucked away. Without access to certain spells he felt somewhat vulnerable.

The city opened up to him and he took in the sights, his eyes wide. He was rather slow, plodding about the places he went, but his time was his own. He had no one to return to at the moment, nothing needed from him. The liberation was what he always enjoyed, and this new city meant he was free to make a good impression. It did suck that his throat was so hurt though.

He ended up a dead end bar were most of the non-human ilk ended up. He saw a troll, a rather displeased looking Triton, a pair of scampish fae, and several other types. He took the small area that had not seen a performer for what seemed like ages if the dust said anything. He pulled out a small guitar and began to strum, his eyes catching the crowd. He knew this was different; h was one of these people. The eyes looked up and he started pouring himself into the music, the chords now playing themselves and another tune at the same time, his bardic music scrounging up two songs at once.

He closed his eyes and really played, hearing the people's heartbeats and reactions to his music, a skill he had learned from his gypsy brethren. He would pin point several of the most interested and open his eyes, locking them with each one. The first was a rather slender and somewhat sickly looking dryad. He felt that she was enthralled more because of the memories she had of the music, and he felt sad because she looked like her tree must be very ill. The second was just a misplace Kuo-Toa, and why he...she felt for the music was even beyond Rikki. The one he paid attention to was a rather small, yet shapely ogre.

As the music ended he found himself approached by the man and he was offered a drink, "I am sorry, but I am not much for a drink right now. Just water, if you don't mind."

The ogre gave what would most likely be taken as a snarl from others but Rikki knew was a sign of happiness, "That's good. Means if you will accompany me that you'd be a cheap date."

Rikki snorted and shook his hand, "You are cute," the phrase always worked on those like this man, he looked shocked and then very appreciative yet confused about it when Rikki didn't add on to it or detract from it, "I would be honored. Perhaps I could play you a private song, later tonight? When my voice gets better?"

The ogre nodded, handing Rikki a huge flask of water, "I would really like that, sir."

Rolled eyes and a bromidic affectation followed that, "Call me sir again and I'll cut you. My name is Rikki'Tuu'Ket. Call me Rikki, mr...?"

Again, the honorific stopped the ogre, but he quickly caught up. Quickly for an ogre, "My name is Jabrik, clan name is..."

Rikki looked nonplussed and placed a hand on his shoulder, "Go on."

"Clan name Spitroaster."

"Then I would be charmed. Come, show me the town?"

The two would go out, with Rikki flattering the ogre, which was all sincere. The fact that Rikki meant his flattery is what won over most of his seductions. Rikki tended to refuse to give out false compliments, and his great leniency on attractiveness and physical appearance meant many people got compliments they would never have received otherwise. Some became totally enthralled with him and could get so pissed when he informed them he was moving that they would claim it was his bardic magic. He let them believe what they wished.

Finally, after several hours of walking, Rikki and Jardik stumbled onto Olgar and Ront. "Olgar! Hello." His voice fared little better, but he seemed to be in fine spirits. This city had much to offer and the next day it would be even better. "This is a new acquaintance of mine. His name is Jardik Spitslaughter. I...I hope you do not mind, but I believe I would like to stay with him tonight. I offered him a private performance."

Jardik was kind, and not as tall as Olgar, but when he heard the stumble on Rikki's tongue he puffed up a bit, showing off how macho and proud he was, and how he would stand up and defend his little friend. Rikki placed a hand on Jardik and chuckled, "These are my friends. Thank you."

The machoness subsided a tad, but not too much. Rikki was eager to get to performing for Jardik...and performing on him. He was a mighty fine catch. Rikki began to wonder if he was developing a thing for ogres.

 

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Olgar was a touch disappointed when Rikki declined, but that was to be expected of such a free soul. Clapping Ront on the back, he hollered over his shoulder to the bard. "See you round, then!" he said with a chuckle and ushered Ront off to meet some of his old friends.

A few hours later, after visiting a host of useful folks and a few laps about the open air market, dusk greeted the two savage blooded companions as well as an all too familiar bard with a strange ogrish male. Olgar was a little confused why Rikki would be draging along such a tempermental and somewhat dangerous ogre around, but that was soon revealed.

Olgar's face shifted from happy to confusion to blank and unimpressed. The skullcrusher stood nearly two feet shorter than he and looked to weight half as much. This Jardik had far too big of an ego. Olgar was a little let down by the announcement and hid nearly all of his disappointment.

Attempting to be polite, he extended his much larger hand to shake Jardik's. With his added size, the half-blood squeezed good and hard, watching the skullcrusher trying to keep his composure in front of Rikki. My, what a big ego indeed. Once satisfied with the gristly feelings in his hand, he let the long and awkward handshake end.

The smaller ogre didn't look pleased at being given mercy, but held his composure. This was odd indeed for one of his blood. Olgar nodded at Rikki. "Be sure to find us tomorrow. Enjoy your evening." he said in a slightly aggrivated tone. With his eyes following Rikki and Jardik, a small snarl left his tusks.

Ront, now completely confused, looked to Olgar for some answer. Turning back to the orc boy he waved him on to follow. The big ogre wandered back to their inn for a few pints and discussions. Ront was eager to try some of the local brews.

 

[Misanthropiclove]

Rikki noticed the tension, his mind rather curious. He figured it was some type of ogre dominance thing, as he had never actually been in an ogre society himself. He did find it rather cute that Jardik was so much smaller than Olgar though. He was led to Jardik's room, the ogre sometimes outpacing Rikki with his slow, yet oddly balanced pace.

Rikki followed the eager ogre up to his room, expecting the man to rip his clothing off and start trying to screw him right as they walked in. He found a different story though. The ogre looked rather sheepish and pulled out a piece of paper from a pack. It had a few oddly written music notes and seemed to be hastily written in turquoise ink.

"This...is a song my mother used to sing to me when I was little. My siblings and I loved it, but we don't know music. She died in a raid but I found this and have been looking for a musician to play it. Most won't look at me beyond a savage though. Could you play it?"

Rikki glanced at it and placed it on the bed as he unstrapped his guitar and began to strum. "I believe I can. Please excuse me if I get a few notes wrong. This is rather oddly written."

Jardik gave a big, fanged grin and sat down, listening intently as Rikki strummed the notes. The bard couldn't sing, as his throat was still very sore, but he did play the song as best he could. Jardik seemed to be very happy with it and asked him to play it again when he ended. Rikki obliged and ended up playing the song a total of five times in succession before he felt he had done enough.

Jardik, thoroughly pleased, offered Rikki about anything. The bard turned it down but brought him closer to the bed and tossed him on it, a wicked smile on his face as he collapsed upon the ogre like an avalanche of testosterone and hormones.

The morning came with Rikki laying next to a very tired and sore ogre. He had enjoyed his time with the other, but there was something odd about it. Rikki could tell a big difference between Jardik and Olgar and wondered exactly what it was. A short while later clothes were donned and Rikki slid out of the room, having copied the song. He intended to play it to Olgar to see if it meant a thing to him.

His voice was doing a bit better this day and he hoped he could start singing by early evening if he rested it properly. With the sun as it was in the air he didn't expect to see Olgar awake, but headed to the inn his party was at just in case anyone else was up this early.

 

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Olgar and Ront threw down a few dark and bitter beers, speaking about their travels. Olgar pasued and looked Ront in the face and laughed. "Boy, if you'eeer a tad older, I'd bed ya like I did yer mother..." he jested slightly drunk. Ront laughed fairly heavily and retorted ever so sloshed. "Well, Olger, too bad yeeew're an old man. Ya creepy tail chaser!" he said slightly faling over in his seat laughing. The two were enjoying a bit of fake mudslinging.

As the night drew out, Ront made his way back to his bed, leaving Olgar to fend for himself. With most of the beer out of his system, he sat back and watched the late crowd come and go in the inn's eatery. Arranging the rooms they way he had, he'd be spending the night alone. With such a nice day and such wonderful previous-and-now-lusting-over-some-puny-idiot-ogre missing company, he'd be damned to let an empty room go to waste.

After scanning the small crowd, and by small the ogre felt anything under six feet was a little dangerous for his mood, he left their inn searching out something to take his aggressiosn out upon. When he entered a less reputable bar, he found what he wanted almost immediately.

Scooting up next to a half-sand giantess, he ordered a tall imported hoppy beer and handed it to her. "Look, I'll be blunt because I know your kind well. Here's a free beer. You're big. I'm big. I'm going to lay a hurt to your groin. You in for this or am I going to have to booze you up harder?" he said rather coldly. He offered a brief smile when she turned fully to address him. She laughed a bit before responding. "You best have strength to back those words, savage." she chuckled and drank part of the beer offered. Watching him wait for a few moments, she soon realized what the wait was about once she set down her empty mug.

Getting close to her, he pecked her foamy lips for a moment and the leaned in close. She looked at him oddly, but let out a low and rumbly yelp of sorts as Olgar hefted the 400 lbs. or so giantess to his shoulder. "We understood... I didn't catch your name..." he said walking her out of the bar over his back. As she she quickly apologized to her friends, she laughed at the ogre. "Fyrdego... am I to know your's?" she said still rather suprised. "Olgar, but forget it with breakfast. Should be the last I see of you." he joked slapping her camel-leathered butt.

Once comfortable back in their inn, Olgar let the sand hooker have it. Some might have been scared for her, but the woman's simialr breeding to the ogre let her withstand a lot more than expected. The noises heard in that hall weren't exactly ones of passion, to say the least.

Morning came with unusual silence. Everyone seemed to tip toe around the place. Even those who didn't know the ogre. The group, after failed attempts to sleep through some of the noise, were already eating breakfast and enjoying a luxury they normally couldn't find. Coffee. And they were happy for it.

Nearly everyone was done eating when Olgar finally emerged from his room. With a sour look on his face, he sat and ate the food that was waiting for him. No one said a word save for a roughed up half-sand giantess collecting an undergarment from Olgar's belt.

As she limped out with several puncture wounds, hair all over the place, a black eye, a limp, and a smile, she waved Olgar farewell and proceeded to locate her friends to tell her of he night at the whims of an ogre. Olgar, on the other hand, had a swollen eye as well and a few bruises already showing on his chest and left arm. He was obviously favoring it. Ront raised a finger and opened his mouth, but a sharp jab from a small thief kept him from saying something incredibly stupid.

Looking up from his food, Olgar took inventory of his group. The monk and wizard were doing their job, while everyone was here. Including the bard. With a snort, he looked back at the salted pork and dark bread, tearing savage pieces off and chewing them in a less than polite manner.

 

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Rikki was having a good time with the rest of the gang but looked absolutely shocked when he saw Olgar. The woman who came out also made him look near terrified. Well, he would have if blank shock hadn't been the first on his face. Luckily, Darfellans showed shock by staying stock still and keeping their eyes straight ahead, so he looked more like he was hiding from a sight based predator than anything. Well, unless they knew of the Darfellan reationary system.

Rikki said nothing as the people watched and then waited. He finally stood up and excused himself from the table. He wasn't very sure about what to do now that he had seen Olgar with all those bruises and marks across his body. It was just very odd on him and he wondered if that would have been happening if he had slept with Olgar that night. He didn't think he was built for such rough sex.

He figured it was a good time to head out and just make some money. He had wanted to talk with Olgar and play the song for him, but now he was...nervous. He had never wanted to end up like that. Sure, he didn't mind rough sex every now and then, but that woman had...PUNCTURE WOUNDS on her. It was not a good sight.

The bard ended up using some spells to make copies of himself and played some mundane songs with minor magitechnics for the people. He got a good haul, especially for such simple songs. Perhaps it was because people thought he was a pair of triplets. A few were looking to get lucky with him too. In the end he had enough for what he wanted.

He walked around and found the store he wanted, settling on a few lozenges for his throat and a nice little surprise for some of his new partners.

He spread the gifts out when he got back to the inn. Ront received a pair of boxers that would hide any erection that he had, also a note explaining this. Belilah got a book on gnomes, specifically single, male gnomes and how to seduce them along with a generic toy from the man she had met. Talingo got a small, four ounce package of rare Underdark mushrooms. Taevillis got a silver ring, with an annoying magic aura on it that meant nothing but would be pretty fun to watch her squirm over figuring out what it meant. Daggit got cookies. Finally, Olgar got a pair of shoes that would fit his big feet and actually leave him a little room.

It all ended up with a tired, sweaty bard collapsing on the floor, the gift for Olgar on the bed since they were sharing a room. He had meant to go and stay with Ront, but his exertions had finally gotten the better of him. It was also the stress, his worry over Olgar being so rough, and his concern over if that would have been him.

He did look oddly cute sleeping on the floor in ruffled clothing and messy hair. It was very uncharacteristic of him.

 

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The ogre wasn't so concerned with anything save for nursing the aches and pains from the night before. Glancing up from his plate, he noticed a blank look on the darfellen's face, but assumed it was the same feeling she harbored the previous night. With a huff, he resumed his meal.

Watching Rikki leave with barely a word, he sighed and finished his meal. Ront couldn't hold his stupidity back much longer. "So... uh Olgar... what was that?" he said nervously. Belilah sighed and rolled her eyes at him adding another sharp jab for good measure. Olgar looked over to Ront with a flat face.

"That was... hurt feelings being made better. You'll understand one day, boy." he added at the end. It's intended purpose, which was to slightly humiliate Ront, worked well. Ront averted his eyes and poked at the crumbs left on his own plate. Once the awkward meal was finished, Olgar dismissed everyone from the table. He needed some time alone.

His day was spent talking to a few of the same friends as before, picking up some ordered items, and roaming the street. Olgar had to defuse a misunderstanding with a forest troll about the worth of a good club, though Olgar knew he was right about it being a tree stump. That is, what the troll was trying to sell as a good club. Trolls sure couldn't take a joke.

As the evening drew near, Taevillis flagged the ogre down and gave an update on their situation. Nodding, he dismissed the monk as she was already fading into the alley way. With the good news, he hefted his pack over his shoulder and decided to retire early. They needed an early start seeing as all hell was about to break loose before the sun rose.

Making his way back to his room, he noticed the door wasn't shut all the way. Raising an eyebrow, he set his pack down and drew his dagger. Dagger meaning his foot and a half long knife. Holding it firmly, he slowly opened the door to find not an intruder, but a passed out bard in the middle of his room. Putting the dagger back in his belt, he grabbed his bag, and shut the door behind him.

Sitting on the bed, the ogre pondered as to why Rikki would be here tonight. A box had been placed on his bed making him curious, but seeing as the bard was here and asleep, he figure he'd be the one responsible for it. Opening the peculliar box, he found a very larger pair of new boots. A little bit of guilt hit him for the first time in ages, but he was still a bit miffed about Jardik.

After setting these new boots near the head of his bed, Olgar decided to take his boots older off, letting them heavily hit the floor as he roughly sat on the bed. Pulling out a scroll case from the pack, he regarded the bard as life stirred in him. "Glad to see you're still alive..." he said making it known he was very slightly annoyed. He wanted to hear why Rikki would entertain another ogre... a smaller and weaker one as a matter of fact. That was what bothered the ogre more than anything.