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** Night at the Inn**

Traveling through the kingdom of Raisteria could be quite a difficult task if one didn't prepare themselves enough for it's trials. Far to the north, this cold and rocky country was well known for it's treacherous mountain trails lined by steep cliffs, savage wilderness teeming with ferocious man-eating beasts , and frequent snow storms that were so cold and severe that they often chilled the bones and souls of any poor unlucky soul foolish enough to find themselves outside when they blew in.

For most these outwardly hostile and unbearable land was something they avoided at all costs. Tales of how other unwitting wayfarers lost their precious lives to the dangers present more than enough to cause them to detour around Raisteria no matter how far safer trails were from the beaten path. However, there were still a few who made their way through this unforgiving landscape of hardships. Those either too brave or foolish to know better than to mess with things they couldn't survive.

This dear readers if the short tale of one such trip of adventures. A traveling party which because of a rumor had journeyed into the most remote areas of Raisteria in order to find a legendary town hidden within it's depths named Falkirk. A village that they hoped would not only provide them with somewhere to rest from the hardships they had endured on their most recent trip, bur would also provide them with warmth and food for the long night ahead.

Leading the way for his small group of three the leader of the travelers cursed softly to himself as he made his way through a particularly thick patch of underbrush, the only thing visible as he pushed himself through briar bushes and tree branches being a dark green cloak that concealed most of his other features.

'Why did we come this way again?' He wondered. 'Where the blazes was that damned trail? And why haven't I strangled that big green idiot I've given the map to?'

Well, wherever the answers to these questions were he was sick and tired of having to wait for them. Come hell or high water he was going to be free of the infernal greenery he was lost in and he was going to be free of it as soon as possible!

Determined to find a route of escape from the wild the irritated traveler quickly scanned around himself and eventually caught sight of a small sliver of light filtering out from the tree line. Realizing that this was what he was seeking the man immediately ran off towards this bit of salvation, triumphant grin splitting his bearded face as he clumsily pushed his way past the bushes and sprang out into the light with a cheer.

Or at least that was the sound he made until it quickly turned into a shout of concern as he slipped on a rock on the ground and tumbled head over heels onto the mossy forest floor with groan of pain. "Son of a…" The man sourly said, his voice accented. "Remind me never tae go for a walk in the woods again!!"

Checking himself for injuries the now annoyed travelers reached up and removed the hood of his cloak from his balding head, revealing himself to be a member of the dwarven race that called the southern lands their home. Barely surpassing five feet in height, he was stout in body with a middle aged paunch he hid well under the royal blue tunic with gold trim he covering his chest and arms.

Below this and held up with a belt kept in place by a gold bucket he also wore a pair of wool lined, leather breeches that covered his sturdy legs. Both of these articles of clothing partially hidden underneath a flowing velvet cloak dyed a dark green color.

But, as interesting as the man's wardrobe was it was his face that truly drew the most attention. Friendly looking and intelligent the man--like most of his dwarven brethren--had grown a long and luxurious beard of incredible volume, the deep auburn color of the well kept facial hair matched by in thickness and length by a braided mustache which hung under a larger than average nose and a pair of intelligent, steel gray eyes.

Frowning as he cleared the last of the bric-a-brac he had picked up during his sojourn in the trees and stood the dwarven sightseer quickly set about trying to discern where he had emerged. Spotting something in the distance after a few moments he gave a pleasantly surprised hum. Just over the next hill lay a large stone wall, the small collection of buildings which peeked out over the tall barrier telling him that today was finally his lucky day.

It appeared that despite their trouble in finding the right path they had somehow found the place they had been looking for after all. Not a moment too soon either in his opinion. If he had to spend one more day out in the cold with just his two other companions he might just go crazy. And speaking of the two of them… where were they?

Spinning around with a huff the small man cupped his gloved hand to the side of his mouth and shouted out to the. "Over here boys!" The dwarf called out. "I think I've found the blasted town we want!"

Coming out into the clearing from the bushes after a few awkward moments, another traveler made himself known. A deep, angry frown gracing his grim face as he glared at the dwarf. Like his companion he too was dressed for the cold climate of the Raisterian mountainside, though instead of simple traveling clothing this second being was clad in a set of light sleeveless armor. The scuffed and gray surface of the metal adorned and covered up by a large white fur cape that hung heavily over the man's broad shoulders and ran down the entirety of his wide back.

As for the man under all of this heavy covering, he like the dwarf, was far from being just some ordinary mountainside traveler. Complexion a deep forest green in color, he was tall and robust in every sense of the word. The bulging, muscular mass that was his impressively strong form marred with numerous scars and cuts down his arms that spoke of a life filled with battle and other sorts of brutal hardships.

It seemed that not even the dour man's head was free from these remnants of combat. Running down the right side, out from under the tied back mass of black hair he had growing on top of his head, was a rather nasty looking gash. The deep healed over cut traveling it's way downwards over the entirety of the traveler's stubble covered cheek and past his tusked lips, the old injury only stopping when it met the short braided goatee framing his large square shaped jaw.

Following his friend's outstretched hand as he pointed ahead to what he had found the green skinned warrior grumbled darkly to under his breath and tugged at the long braided beard hanging from his chin. "About time you got us here dwarf." He grumped. "I thought we would be lost forever in those woods."

Left eye twitching at the blunt words thrown at him the shorter of the pair glared up at the other man in mild contempt. "An who's fault is that Orc?" He griped. "You were the one leading our way Darga."

Outraged at the accusation that he was at fault for their being lose the second man, Darga the orc apparently, shook his fist at the dwarf before him. "How dare you blame me for us getting lost Ronan!" He snapped. "I only took charge because that damned map you got us in the last village turned out to be completely wrong!"

"An how was I suppose to know it was bad?" The second man, Ronan, argued back waspishly. "The mapmaker I got it from assured me it was accurate. Seemed like such a steal too considering they halved the price after that blowjob I gave in the tavern's backroom."

Hearing Ronan's admission of the origin of their map Darga growled and folded his arms over his chest, glare disapproving as he stared down at his smaller friend. "You mean to tell me that you have been leading our way with a map you purchased from a drunken barfly?!" He said in growing frustration. "I swear that thing between your legs will get us killed one day."

Glaring up at the Darga, Ronan huffed haughtily. "I dinna hear you complaining about my "thing" the last time it got us a free meal." He snapped. "Besides you intolerable sod yuir just as bad! Need I remind you of that trick you picked up in Galador? The one you had tae practically beg into bed!"

"I do not beg anyone to come to my bed!" Darga defended with a snarl. "And you are one to talk. When I succeeded in my task you happily joined me in bedding that easy little slut alongside Belgut."

"I only went and did that because Belgut kept talking about how--" Eyes growing wide suddenly Ronan stopped mid-rant and frantically began to search around. "Wait, where is Belgut!?" He said in alarm. "We didn't loose him did we?"

Anger vanishing in an instant and replaced with worry, Darga snapped his head back and forth joining Ronan in the search for the third member of their party. "By the gods, that damned idiot better not have gotten himself lost again!" He complained. "Last time it took us half a day to find him!"

It was then that the trees behind the panicking duo suddenly began to shudder and shake, the sounds of snapping tree trunks and rustling bushes slowly becoming louder and louder until they parted and a large grayish skinned ogre stomped his way out of the woods and into the clearing. A terrifying horned giant who completely ruined any sort of menace he had when, upon seeing Ronan and Darga, smiled dumbly at the pair and calmly strode over with a happy sounding giggle.

Humming to himself as he fully walked out of the underbrush the being showed himself to be heavyset and powerful looking in form, the mass that was his nearly seven foot frame covered in a large, clunky winter coat made from pelts of several bears. Not surprising though, even with it's size, the furry fabric seemed to be having trouble containing the bulging gut hidden underneath, the beasts rounded belly jiggling and swaying from side to side with each step of his massive, bare feet.

Reaching the other two travelers the ogre gave them a quick nod of acknowledgment, stray leaves and a few twigs flittering down to the ground from the top of his tiny devil horned, peach fuzz covered head as he did.

"Hello." He greeted in a slow deep voice, eyes innocent and expression simple as he picked at his bulbous nose. "Wut me miss?"

Rolling his eyes at the cluelessness of final member of their group, Darga decided to let the matter of his thoughtless disappearance drop in favor of returning to his argument with Ronan. "This ankle biting little idiot and I were just talking about the time we visited that inn outside of Galador." He said. "You remember what happened do you not you Belgut? The one where I found us that sweet little bitch for the night."

Tapping his chin Belgut tried to recalled the incident Ronan was speaking of and chuckled when he did. "That was fun." Taking the same hand he had used to explore his nasal cavity he patted Ronan on his head. "Me liked seeing way Ronan's chubby little ass jiggle when he wuz fucking."

Scowling when a cough that sounded speciously like an laugh came from Darga's direction Ronan rudely batted away the hand rubbing his scalp. "Knock it off Belly!" He snapped. "Now's not the time for that kind 'o' talk. Too damn cold to even think about sex."

"Yet that did not stop you from masturbating in the bushes last night when you thought we were not awake?" Darga reminded as he finally snickered. "You were gone for quite a while too. Perhaps you could not get hard given your age."

"For you information, green man I was plenty hard last night." Ronan huffed petulantly. "Just took me so long because I took my time. Needed to after being stuck out here in the mountains with you lot for so long."

Only becoming more annoyed when Belgut joined in on the mockery, both him and Darga snickering at his sexual frustration, Ronan quickly changed the subject by bringing up the town they had discovered. "Enough with this standing around you two giggling ninnies." He said over his shoulder as he headed towards it. "Let's go find ourselves some good drink and warm beds. Forgemasters know after two days of walking we all could use the rest."

Though still a little annoyed at his shorter friend Darga eagerly agreed to Ronan's idea and followed after the other man with a bouncy Belgut in tow. Their dwarven employer was right, why stand around arguing in the cold when they could argue in a warm building somewhere? At least then they could be comfortable.

Reaching the boarder of what they hoped to be Falkirk within a half hour of walking Ronan, Darga, and Belgut made their way through the tall front gates of the village they had found with little to no fuss from the locals. A rarity considering how they had been treated every other time they had approached a Raisteria settlement

You see for a group like theirs which consisted of a dwarf, an orc, and a large ogre bruiser, finding somewhere to rest and relax within the boarders of the northern kingdom had been a most difficult endeavor. Apparently living in a remote country where it constantly snowed and hailed had left the citizenship a xenophobic lot. In fact, that very thing is what led them to seek out Falkirk despite it being so far off the trail of their original destination.

There they had been in a small town called Gilton when an armed guard had approached them and requested to see their traveling papers. Being unable to produce said documents thanks to a harrowing incident with a bear the previous week the threesome had been left with little choice but to flee from the spear carrying human through the crowded marketplace streets. The ensuing chase that resulted from their flight almost ending with poor Belgut getting a spear in his large stomach as they raced away.

It was after this unpleasant experience, when they had been hiding in a stable and seriously contemplating heading back the way they had came, that the trio of travelers had heard tale from a pair of stable hands about a place high in the mountains.

A town where they could not only get the supplies they needed, but one which actually encouraged visitors to stop by for as long as they liked. What was best about the whole thing too was that the trail leading to said town also led right out of Raisteria! Something which they all happily cheered as they set off towards the fabled location.

Of course getting to said place had proven to be a bit more of a hassle than they originally though. What with the aforementioned bad map Ronan had gotten along the way, the constant complaining about the cold and leadership by Darga, and the incessant grumbling of Belgut's damnable stomach. The sound of which had kept Ronan and Darga awake all night the night before!

But thankfully now all the hard work they had put into their long trek getting there would be all worth it. They'd find a good place to sleep, some good food to eat, and heavens willing some good company to entertain themselves with. That is if the rumors about the town were actually true and not some sort of half baked legend. Which, considering the recent run of bad luck they had been having on their trip, it could just as easily be.

It was with that very real notion in mind that made Ronan and Darga hesitant as they made their way through the streets of Falkirk. Eyeing their surroundings the duo, along with their ogreish companion, were sure to check every window and every open doorway they passed. Each opening a potential hiding place in their eyes concealing some unseen attacker that was out for their very blood.

But to their increasing bewilderment the only thing that greeted their group as they went further down the streets was a wide collection of friendly nods and quick smiles from the human townspeople they passed along the way. Just what was up with this town?

"Alright, now this is unusual." Ronan commented as they rounded a corner. "Usually we have three or so guards trailing us by now."

Coming up beside the bearded man Darga grunted in agreement. "Maybe they are off eating or some other nonsense." He said while looking around suspiciously. "It is close to the human's usual midday meal is it not? And with their laziness…"

Spurred into speaking when the subject of food was broached a hungry Belgut came up behind his friends, accidentally nudging them with his belly when he did. "Me hungry." He announced. "Need food."

Elbowing the ogre in the gut Darga growled in warning. They had been traveling together for years but sometimes the big brute annoyed him to no end. "I know you are hungry you bottomless pit." He huffed. "Just shut up and keep walking. I am sure we will find an inn or somewhere else to fill that fat belly of yours soon enough."

Smirking when he heard Belgut's stomach grumble loudly again regardless of Darga's threatening words Ronan looked ahead and spotted just the place to solve their current problem. "Perk up yuir pointed ears boys! Looks like we have an inn up ahead."

"Where!?" Belgut said, instantly excited.

"Just down the street Belly my friend." Ronan chuckled in an almost fond manner. "It's called the…" Squinting his eyes to read the sign hanging above the buildings entrance the dwarf let out a low whistle and pointed. "Heh, well I'll be. Darga look at the name they gave it."

Turning away from the stomach pressing into him Darga gazed to where his friend was pointing and frowned when he caught sight of what he was so excited about. Hanging above a door a few hundred feet away was a large gaudy looking placard with a crudely drawn picture of a potbellied orc in loincloth carrying two mugs of foaming mead on it.

What drew his ire the most however was the words written under the ghastly image. Sloppily written letters that audaciously read "The Drunken Orc". Something that Darga didn't appreciate at all given his heritage.

"Of all the nerve!" The orcan warrior growled haughtily as he and the others came to a stop under the sign. "How dare they mock the orc race in such a way!"

"Doesn't your sister own a bar called the disemboweled human?" Ronan asked. Shaking his head when he got a scathing look from his larger friend the brunette patted the orc's forearm. "Try not to take it too personally my friend. Human's often think they're being cute when they do things like this. I'm sure the owner actually admires your people a lot given his artwork."

"I don't care if he admires us or not." Darga argued back. "I do not like it and I refuse to go inside! We will find another place to stay within this town."

Ronan groaned in exasperation at the stubbornness of his friend. "Come now Darga, yuir being silly." He argued back with a sigh. "This is a small town. For all we know this may be their only inn so--"

"--Then I would rather sleep out in the woods than go in there!" Darga rudely interrupted with a stop of his booted foot. "A place such as this has no right to our money!"

"You canna tell me you truly wish to return to those blasted woods again!" Ronan shouted in utter disbelief. "All because of some stupid name and a bad drawing?"

When Darga seemed to want to do just that Ronan groaned in irritation. Why was Darga always so dramatic and temperamental? It often led him to getting a headache over the other man's thick headed ways. But thankfully, for all their sake's, the tricky, silver tongued dwarf knew just the thing to say in order to convince the hard headed orc into doing what he wanted.

"If that's how you feel Darga than I suppose I canna change your mind." Ronan began in a sly manner that had Darga instantly suspicious. "Suppose you'll just have to remain out here while me and Belly go and have ourselves a nice tall mug of, cool, refreshing, bubbling, great tasting mead."

"Me betting there be food inside too!" Belgut added, ignorant to the battle of wills going on. "We gonna get drunk and fill bellies real good!"

"Aye, we'll fill them till they're fit tae burst!" Ronan cheerfully agreed with a backhanded thump to the ogre's stomach. "Then afterwards we'll go into our room and enjoy a pleasant evening. All warm, and well fed, and safe in a bed while Darga here lays his picky ass on the freezing ground and turns into a green colored block 'o' ice."

Vision narrowing in annoyance when his dwarven friend finished his theatrical speech Darga internally debated whether or not he should strangle him for mocking him as he was. But by the end he decided against it if only because, one: the street they were on had too many witnesses, and two: what the little pain in the ass was saying sounded good. At least good enough for Darga to put aside his objections for now.

"Fine, I will go in." Darga begrudgingly agreed. "But if I am to be forced to enter this "Drunken Orc" then you will be the one paying for my food and board!"

"Aye, aye, I'll heard you say that before my friend." Ronan said with a snort as he pushed open the door of the inn and stepped inside. "And just like that time with that pretty little guard you will find yourself enjoying “coming" inside. Just you wait and see!"

Walking in behind the shorter man with Belgut an unconvinced Darga scoffed at the very idea. "I sincerely doubt an evening in this inn will be anything like that night dwarf." He grumped. "The inside of this place will probably be just like all the others. In fact I am certain they won't even serve us given the state we are in now."

"Do you always have to be so pessimistic Darga?" Ronan asked the other man over his shoulder with a sigh. "We're travelers, of course we are a little dirty from our time on the road. Now kindly shut your tusked mouth so that I can… can… OOOH MY!"

Mouth suddenly going dry as he spoke Ronan stopped abruptly and let out a surprised gasp, the sound quickly joined by two more from both Darga and Belgut who nearly tripped over him as they all fully took in what they had inadvertently stepped into.

To the trio's tremendous surprise the entire first floor of the "Drunken Orc" seemed to be a large tavern of sorts. The room's brightly colored walls decorated with framed pictures, obtuse knickknacks, and hunting trophies that went quite nicely with the rustic looking furniture. There was even large rounded brick fire pit in the center of the area, the bright orange flames smothering in it lighting the room as it cooked several suckling pigs and roasting pheasants slowly being turned on spits by happy looking barmaids.

But the most amazing thing found within these homely looking walls had to be the crowd of people milling about the over-sized space. A large, boisterous throng of patrons that included not only humans but elves, dwarves, orcs, goblins, beast-men, and many other races found from ever corner of the continent. This happily laughing and chatting group eating, drinking, and making marry while the harsh weather brewed outside.

Lost in the shock of what they had discovered Ronan and his companions failed to notice someone approaching them until the very moment a warm, feminine voice spoke to them, it's soft melodious tone startling the threesome as it addressed them.

"Good day to you gentlemen!" It said. "How may I be of assistance to you this fine afternoon?"

Drawn out of the trance he had fallen into at the query posed to him and his friends Ronan reluctantly turned away from the tavern and came face to face with an elderly looking human woman with a portly frame, her style of dress simple and her light golden brown hair, streaked with silver, tied back into a frazzled bunt. Her appearance giving Ronan the overwhelming sensation of trust and comfort as he stared over to her in mild confusion.

"I-I'm sorry ma'am, what did you say?" The dwarf asked a little embarrassed. "I'm afraid we weren't fully listening."

Giving him a queer look the woman sighed and bowed her head, lips quirked up ever so slightly as she repeated herself, voice slightly louder to be properly heard over the noise of the crowd in the building. "I asked how I can help you gentlemen." She greeted again. "You see I'm the innkeeper, Martha Breeberry and judging from your attire I assume you came for either food, lodgings, or a combination of the two?"

Seeing how rude he was being Ronan shook his head, gathering himself so that he could bow back to the woman in a respectful manner. "Aye, you are correct about us needing beds for the night my dear." Playing the part of noblemen he reached out and took her by the hand to kiss it genteelly. "That is unless yuir bed is open?"

Amused by the attempt at flirting with her Martha chuckled softly and slowly withdrew he hand with a raised eyebrow. "You're quite the charmer aren't you." She said, he words earning her a smile from her short guest. "But I'm afraid that won't help you when it comes to the price of things within my inn."

Dejected that his ploy hadn't netted them a discount Ronan sighed and reached for his coin purse. "Canna blame a man for trying." He chuckled. "Fine then, how much will it be for a room for the night?"

When Belgut whined behind him the brunette rolled his eyes. "And I suppose we'll be having a meal too." He relented. "That is if there's a place to sit within your beautiful establishment."

"There's always somewhere to sit within my inn my good sir." Martha assured with a quick look at the showroom. "If not in the tavern proper then we can always serve it up to your room instead. Speaking off…"

Passing by the trio the kindly old woman headed towards a small makeshift desk on the other side of the foyer. "It'll be nine gold worth of coin for a place to sleep boys." She informed while opening a small book atop the table. "A heavy price I know, but given that you'll be needing three beds, one very large one I might add, I cannot go any lower."

Going over to the desk and leaning against it Ronan hummed deep in thought. "What if we want a room with just one large bed?" He questioned after a moment. "It'll still have to be big though I suppose. Enough room for the three of us to fit inside."

"You three planning on sleeping in the same bed?" The woman wondered jokingly.

Looking back to his companions Ronan snorted. "Heaven's no." He laughed in an odd way. "I'll take the bed while those two sleep on the floor. Good enough for their likes."

"Smartassed dwarf." Darga growled.

Looking over to her orcan guest as he glared at his shorter friend the innkeeper nodded to the request given her. "If it's only one room you're wanting then the cost will be four gold." Martha said. "I'll be a dear though and give your some extra bedding free of charge. Can't have you all catching cold."

"If you insist my dear." Ronan said with a put upon sigh while taking out the agreed upon payment. "But don't worry yourself to much with it. They are merely my bodyguards, any old scraps of cloth you can find will be good enough for them."

Shaking her head in good humor at the teasing tone in the dwarf's voice Martha took the money being handed to her and pocketed it. "Now that that's settled let's go get you boys fed." She said as she went back around the desk and headed towards the main area of the tavern. "While you eat me and my girls will set up your lodgings for the night."

"Lead the way my dear." Ronan said following after her. "With how good it smells wafting in the air I'm looking mighty forward to tasting what you've got cooking."

"Still not giving you a room for free." Martha giggled. "Good try though."

Ignoring the snickering coming from Darga as he frowned at his repeated failure to endear himself to their host Ronan continued to dutifully follow after Martha led them into the boisterous crowd of tavern goers milling about the showroom of the inn. Passing by these happy go lucky patrons the traveling trio all shared a quick look amongst themselves. This town was truly turning out much better than they could have ever hoped for. Imagine, a place to stay with a pleasant atmosphere in Raisteria!

"You still think this place is going to be awful?" Roman asked with a cheeky grin as he avoided a drunken man walking past. "Because if you do then there's still time for you to go back to the woods?"

Becoming surly at the mocking tone directed at him Darga gave Ronan a hard push. "No, we may stay." He said, trying to sound like he didn't care. "Seeing that there are so many orcs already here it would be foolish for me to be angry if they are not."

"You sure?" Ronan further goaded.

Pausing before giving a response Darga pulled Belgut away from one of the pigs cooking by the fire. "I said we can stay." He said with a huff. "Now will you stop your damn teasing for once you confounded dwarf? It's becoming tiresome."

"But I thought that's why you liked me Orc." Ronan said with a exaggerated pout. When Darga's face darkened at the display he chuckled. "Yuir too easy old friend. Much too easy."

Coming to an empty table near the back of the tavern after their short walk Martha stepped to the side and motioned over to it. "Here you go boys." She said smiling. "Not the best seat in the house but it should do for your purposes."

Thankful for her help Ronan ducked his head in appreciation. "This table will be fine ma'am. Thank you for seating us."

"Think nothing of it sirs." Martha waved off politely. "Now go. Make yourselves comfortable and enjoy yourselves. My niece will be with you in a few moments to take your orders and I will come by later to hand over the key to your room once it is ready."

And with that the elderly human woman was gone just as quickly as she had come, her retreating back the last thing Ronan and his companions saw as she disappeared back into the crowd leaving them to their own devices.

Giving his head a shake as he chuckled at their good fortune Ronan smiled happily to himself and went over to the table they had been brought too, sitting in the closest chair in an effort to get comfy. Unfortunately upon doing so he was quick to discover that it hadn't exactly been designed with people his size in mind. It's lack of proper height leaving him only chin high in relation to the table as he settled into the seat.

Seeing his chance to mock the dwarf a little in revenge for his sleeping arrangement comments as Ronan sat there with a pout a smug Darga slipped into his own seat and gave the dwarf a condescending look. "You need some help over there small one?" He joked "You can sit in my lap if it would help."

Glaring at his friend for his comment, Ronan opened his mouth to tell him just where he could stick the offer when Belgut suddenly spoke over him. "No, Ronan sit on Belgut's lap this time." Not taking any chances he plopped down in his own seat, scooting himself over to the smaller man after. "Darga have turn last time!"

Thinking back to the dinner Belgut was talking of Ronan had to smother the chuckle building in him. Belgut had given them a sour look during that whole meal. mostly because he didn't like feeling he was being left out of something special. Especially when it came to anything concerning his "two buddies" as he affectionately called Ronan and Darga.

Hoping to preempt another such incident this time however Ronan loudly cleared his throat, drawing the table's attention over to him and away from any potential argument. "Don't worry about my seating arrangements Belly." He calmly stated. "I'm pretty comfortable where I am right now."

"Really?" Belgut said despondently. "B-But…"

Giving the giant a sympathetic look Ronan gently shook his head. "Maybe next time big guy." He said softly. "Where there's not so many around."

Luckily this small, simple promise seemed to placate Belgut's worries. The ogre instantly calming down as he went and observed the goings on around the tavern, his quiet demeanor allowing Ronan and Darga fell into a conversation that was equal parts fighting and teasing.

Though odd by most standards this was how it always was with them. Ronan, the flirty and teasing one. Darga the grouchy and gruff one. And Belgut the obvious and ever simple minded one. Three odd people who somehow just worked together despite their differences.

Interrupting the trio's camaraderie after a while a young teenaged human girl bearing an uncanny resemblance to the innkeeper suddenly appeared next to the table. Quickly removing the writing tool she had stuck in her wild auburn hair the woman smiled brightly and spoke in a curt, yet friendly manner.

"Hullo sirs, what can I get you today?" She began. "As you can see we got roasted pig and pheasant cooking over the fire and cured beef sandwiches made up in the kitchen in back. There's also some stew but I'm afraid it's cooled since we brought it out here."

Practically groaning at the thought of all that yummy food Belgut wiped his mouth and nearly vibrated off of his seat. "Me want some of everything!" He said greedily. "Bring lots too!"

Surprised by the large amount of food just requested the girl taking the orders worriedly turned to the table's other two inhabitants for confirmation, both older men rolling their eyes with a groan before the smaller of the two spoke.

"You heard him miss." Ronan sighed. "Don't worry though, we got the coin to cover the cost. Just be sure to add another few plates of pork for me and my orcish friend to eat too. That is if there's any left."

"Some mead as well girl." Darga cut in with a grunt. When he got a look from Ronan the orc glared right back at the other man in challenge. "You enticed me with mead dwarf and I intend on drinking some."

"Aye, aye, and three… no eight pints of mead." Ronan begrudgingly agreed. "Something tells me our hungry pet will be wanting plenty to drink with his mountain of meat."

Taking out his coin purse again Roman sat it on the table and pushed it towards the girl. Thank the gods they had more hidden in the backpack Belgut carried on his back. That and the fact he had a sizable fortune to spend wherever they went.

Gingerly picking up the small bag of precious metal the barmaid waiting on the trio took a deep breath and jotted down the large order she had been given. "O-Okay then sirs." She said when she was done. "I'll be right back with your order once we're able to gather… everything you want. I-I hope you won't mind the wait."

Giving the girl a sympathetic nod Ronan was sure to ease her worries. "Don't worry miss, we won't mind." He said gently. "But if you can, bring us our mead first. A bit of drink will make time pass faster."

"Of course sir." Bowing out the shy young lady quickly left the table with a shake of her head and a small hum, the sight of her bewilderment causing two of the three men she left behind to snicker as they watched her go.

"I thought here eyes were going to fall right out of her pretty little head when she heard what you wanted Belly." Ronan said to his ogreish companion once they were alone. "Next time don't go ordering without permission alright."

Lowering his head sadly Belgut mumbled an low apology. "Me sorry." He hummed. "But me is hungry."

About to tell their large friend that he wasn't that upset about his little slip-up Ronan instead found himself being interrupted by a gruff voice coming from their right. "Your friend there is quite the eater ain't he?" It said. "Ol' Martha's gonna be ecstatic when she reaps the payment for your meal."

Turning in the direction that the slightly rude statement came from Ronan, Darga, and Belgut noticed for the first time a pair of human's seated at the table next to them, one apparently in his mid forties by the looks of him and the other barely of age. Seeing that they had gained an audience the duo quickly stopped eating from the bowls of stew set out before them to stare back at Ronan's group with friendly yet slightly apprehensive faces.

Being the first one to act upon being noticed by their neighbors the older of the two gave a nod and held out his hand in greeting, eyes focusing on Ronan as he waited for the dwarf to take it. "Sorry if I was being rude fellas." The man winked. "Just making an observation. We don't get many… ogres, around these parts."

Giving the man a once over as he debated taking his hand Ronan tried his best to take stock of the human in case he was a potential threat. Bald for the most part, the middle aged man was blue eyed and wore a short cut beard that melded into a pair of bushy mutton chops running down each side of his face. Thick brilliant ebony hued hair that was matched in it's volume by the large, bushy mustache positioned beneath a nose that appeared to have been broken and set crookedly.

Eyes flicking lower to check for a weapon Ronan was also somewhat impressed by the rest of what he saw. Obviously a laborer of some kind the man had one hell of a strong body with arms covered in work earned muscle, his stomach only showing the slightest hint of a beer gut under his soot covered green tunic.

Deciding that it would be safe to interact fully with this man after his quick inspection Ronan hesitantly took the hand offered to him and smile back lightly. "Aye he's an ogre alright." The dwarf said in response to the unasked question in the air. "Belgut's his name and I go by the name of Ronan Ironhammer."

"Darga of the family of Darfa." Darga gruffly added when he was ignored.

Glazing over to the orc the man hummed in thought. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you all gentlemen." He said. "I'm Owen Higgins, the local blacksmith. And there here is…"

Turning in his seat Owen gestured to his companion who bashfully raised his head to smile. "…my son and apprentice Edgar Higgins." He continued. "Don't mind him much though. Lad's often too shy to speak to… interesting folks such as yourself."

Leaning to look around Owen, Ronan next observed the second occupant of the table next to them and grinned when he did. Unlike his companion the second human seemed to be on the complete opposite end of the spectrum appearance-wise.

Where the first man was powerfully built and as tall as Darga this man… well, boy really, was short, soft and pudgy. His rounded double chinned face hairless save for the thick thatch of unkempt golden curls atop his head that swayed gently when he looked away from Ronan's inquisitive eyes.

"No need to worry about any offense Sir Blacksmith." Ronan said to Owen after getting his fill of his son. "I am not a dwarf of pomp and extravagance. Merely just a traveling businessman making his way through Raisteria to Doveport with his two bodyguards."

Scooting his chair so he could better face the other table Owen regarded his new found acquaintances with a questioning eye. "Aye, about that." He drawled. "Mighty odd companions you have there Mr. Ironhammer. Never seen a dwarf, an orc, and a ogre traveling together like you all."

"Please, just call me Ronan and aye, I suppose we are an unusual bunch aren't we?" Ronan chuckled as he gazed over to his companions. "But truth be told I'd not have anyone else by my side. They are not only the best bodyguards one could ask for but the best friends a dwarf like me could ever ask for."

Conversation at the table dying down for a moment the five men watched quietly as the barmaid from before returned with large serving plate filled with mugs of mead, the poor girl giving a relieved look as she quickly deposited her payload and left without so much as a word.

Waiting only until the glasses upon the table had stopped sloshing around a now very pleased looking Darga picked up the one closest to him and brought it up to his lips. The orc giving a satisfied rumble from deep within his chest as he took a large gulp of the bubbling caramel colored liquid.

"Careful there Darga, wouldn't want you choking on that now would we?" Ronan said retrieving his own drink. Turning to Owen and son after he had a sip the dwarf motioned to the empty spots at their table. "Why don't you two come and join us? I'm sure you'd like something more than stew tonight."

With the stew they had been eating grown even colder than it had already been during their talk Owen and his son were fast to accept the offer given to them and moved over to the other table. The blacksmith sitting next to Ronan while the Edgar sat between Belgut and Darga, much to the smiling ogre's simple delight.

Eyeing Belgut oddly as he sat there staring at his son Owen furrowed his brows, deep in thought. "Forgive an old man's curiosity but how did this… "friendship" come about?" He wondered. "I'm sure it's quite the story given how close you seem to be."

At the blacksmith's question there was a pair of groans from both Darga and Belgut, both men shaking their heads quickly before mulishly drinking from their mugs. Ronan was infamous for his bad habit of endlessly retelling the stories of how they met when asked by someone. So much so that the thought of having to sit through again wasn't something they could handle fully sober again.

Ignoring his friend's reaction though Ronan happily began to recount the tale he had told nearly three dozen times before, the short bearded dwarf waxing poetic as he spun the scene best he could. "I met Darga at an inn much like this one in my homeland." He began. "I had just been abandoned by the guide I had hired to and was right in the middle of a night of drinking away my problems when--"

"--I still do not know how you ever trusted that man." Darga suddenly said with a snort. Motioning to Owen with his mug the warrior huffed. "From what Ronan has told of his original companion he was a known grifter in his village. I am surprised the bastard did not abandon him in the woods after the first night."

"What can I say? He must have taken a liking to me after our first evening together." Ronan replied with a suggestive look. An expression that quickly changed to irritation he realized he was being sidetracked. "Oh, will you kindly keep yuir tusked mouth shut for once? I'm trying to tell a story here!"

After staring down Darga until the orc looked away with a smug sip of his drink Ronan grumbled something kind under his breath and continued on with his story, good mood rapidly returning as he saw how enthralled his audience was as he spoke.

"Now as I said, there I was at the bar half drunk when this big orc comes over and introduces himself as Darga." The Dwarf went on. "As you can imagine I was in no mood to talk to him but of course he didn't listen and before I can stop him he sits down and demands to know why I look so sad when I should be happily drinking the night away."

"He just walked right up to you and started talking?" A shy voice asked from across the table.

Surprised by the new voice Ronan turned to Edgar who quickly covered his mouth in embarrassment. Looked like the young man had spoken without thinking. A notion that made Ronan grin at the youth for his unintended slip-up.

"Aye lad that's exactly what he did." He said answering the question the boy had asked. "Took me completely by surprise. So much so that before I know what was happening there I was sitting there, telling him my whole story and blubbering about how I had no way to get home."

"I will gladly tell them what happened next." Darga cut it fondly as he finished his mead. Placing the glass back onto the table and taking another one the warrior let out a growling laugh. "So after Ronan starts crying like a child I take pity on his sorry ass and agree to escort him to where he wants to go. Only after we negotiate a fee for my services of course."

"A phenomenal fee I might add." Ronan said dryly.

"As I was saying…" Darga said completely ignoring his friend. "I agreed to take him the rest of the way and we have been traveling together ever since. I suppose like my predecessor I grew "fond" of Ronan. Although for whatever reason I still do not know why."

Chuckling when Ronan shot Darga a rude hand gesture Owen next asked about Belgut who was currently dividing his attention between his son and his mead. "What of your ogre Master Dwarf?" He inquired. "Given what little I've heard of his kind it's rare for them to leave their walled villages innit?"

"Actually it was quite easy to get him to join us sir Blacksmith." Ronan replied with a affectionate look at his biggest friend. "Darga and I were working out way though one of the great canyons of Salazor when a certain goon jumped out at us from behind a rock. Seems Belgut saw us and thought we'd be easy pickings for a robbery."

"He was trying to take your money when you met?" Edgar gasped while staring up at Belgut. When all he got in response from the ogre was a shrug the boy frowned and decided to get his answer from Ronan. "D-Did he really do that? Were you scared?"

"Fuck no!" Darga laughed loudly. Taking delight when he got a grumble from Belgut for his honest response the orcan warrior cracked a rare smile and explained what he had meant. "Hard to be frightened of a man with only a pair of dirty smallclothes and a rumbling stomach to his name. He did not even have a club as a proper bandit should."

"Me could have used fists." Belgut defended with a lukewarm glare. "Could have bashed in stupid dwarf and orc's heads and take money if me wanted it."

"But that's not what you truly wanted was it big guy?" Ronan said with a gentle but sarcastic coo. "No, you demanded we give you all our food because you were hungry."

"Figures a big one like him would want food more than gold." Owen said equally amused by story he was being told. "What did you do when he ordered you to surrender your supper?"

Leaning back in his seat Darga flexed his right arm, several pair of eyes glued to the motion as he did. "We kicked his stupid ass is what we did." He smugly proclaimed. "An easy task considering how hungry he was at the time."

"Afterwards though we sort of felt sorry for the poor guy." Ronan said with a sigh. "Seeing that he couldn't force us into surrendering out supplies Belly plopped down right there onto his big bottom and started to sniffle and beg. Got so bad that we ended up caving into his request. If only because we couldn't stand the sight of an ogre all out crying in front of is."

"Worse mistake we could have made by the way." Darga rumbled with a phony looking frown. "After we give him half our food Belgut announces that we are his new "best buddies" and vows to follow us for the rest of our days."

"And gonna keep promise!" Belgut finished. "Me happy me am too. Darga and Ronan good at cuddling Belgut when he get horny. Lots of sex."

As soon as the word "sex" passed through Belgut's tusked, thick lipped mouth everyone else at the table froze in total shock. Each group first looking up at the unaware ogre than to one another. Ronan and Darga quickly becoming worried when they saw the bewilderment in the faces of Owen and his son.

It was only after a good amount of time that someone around the table moved once again. The first to recover being the quick thinking Ronan who rushed to cover up what Belgut's words. "Y-You'll have to excuse my bodyguard friend blacksmith. He has a habit of confusing his words." He hastily tried. "What he truly meant by "sex" was… food! Y-Yes he meant food! Both words are the same in his peoples language."

There was another long stifling pause after Ronan's weakly thought out explanation, the group remaining quiet until Owen coughed, his eyes hard and angry as he glared at the increasingly frightened traveling party.

"Is that really the best lie you can come up with you sneaky ankle biter?" The blacksmith asked. "Because with all your charming words and good breeding I thought you'd be capable of better."

"W-What?" Ronan stuttered back in confusion. "I-I have no idea what yuir speaking of. I was being honest with you blacksmith."

A look of exasperation crossing his bearded face Owen suddenly stood, his ire now focused solely on Ronan who squirmed in his seat. "Don't try fooling an old kidder." He growled harshly. "I already know you three are more than just simple companions. Had you pegged as soon as you walked into the door."

Sensing that they may be in trouble Darga slowly began to rise from his seat. Last time someone had found out about the true nature of their relationship it hadn't turned out good. Human's and their stupid notions about who could sleep with who.

"If you know what is good for you will keep your mouth shut about your discovery." He warned with a growl. No one was going to hurt either of his longtime lovers. "If you do not then I will kill you before you utter a single word."

Unfazed by the threat to his life Owen shifted his vision over to the orc and folded his arms over his chest. "Now don't go giving me threats orc." He growled right back. "I wasn't planning on telling a soul about your proclivities. I was just going to say that it interests me. A great deal so in fact."

At that Ronan finally picked up on what their new human was truly saying. The realization of which had him reaching out to pull Darga back down into his seat. "Just how does it interest you human?" He asked lowly so no one but their table could hear. "Come on, out with it."

"Direct and too the point. I like that." Owen said. Dropping back down into his seat the bearded man calmly placed his hands onto the table and smirked. "Since that's how it is I'll be direct with you as well. You see, I've taken quite a shine to you and would love to entertain you up in your room for the night if you're willing."

Now it was Ronan and Darga's turn to look on in confusion, the two sharing a quick glance while the third member of their party asked the obvious question in the air.

"You want fuck?" Belgut said sounding happily surprised.

A serious expression crossing his face Owen nodded slowly. "Damn right I do Master Ogre." He confirmed. "And I'd like to do it as many times as you want."

When all he got back for his honest confession was more perplexed staring Owen sighed and decided to physically prove his desires. Checking to make sure they weren't being watched Owen stealthily slipped his hand under the table and reached over into Rowan's lap, his large, calloused hand kneading and squeezing the sizable mound found there with great determination.

"You understand me now Master Dwarf?" Owen said with a sly smirk that spoke of lust and eagerness. "My son would also like to come along too if that's alright. Apparently he is just as curious as I to see what you lot look like under those clothes of yours."

Bearded lips forming a tight line as he repressed the groan that he wanted to make, Ronan tried to take his mind off of the hand touching him by looking across the table to the blacksmith's son. "Yuir son you say?" He said through gritted teeth. "Thought you human's were against that sort of thing."

"Normally we are but me and my boy have learned to look past it." Withdrawing his hand Owen motioned over to his red-faced son with a lick of his lips. "Caught him with his dick out behind the smithy one day. Boy reminded me so much of his dearly departed mother that I couldn't help but take him then and there."

"Reminds me of my first time." Darga said in a far off manner, pleasant memories running through his mind. "My father took me before the entire tribe as part of my coming of age."

"And I'm betting you came back for more the next day, right?" Owen wondered. When Darga nodded to the query the other man chuckled dirtily. "Just like my boy then. Been sneaking into his papa's bed ever since that day with a greed for cock rivaling that of a wanton whore's."

There were heated looks aimed at Edgar at the description of his sexual desires. Each of the four older men around the young innocent boy imagining what he might look like under them during the act of sex.

Clearly the most aroused though was Owen who clapped his hands together and then held them out in a welcoming manner. "So… are you three up for company or not?" He demanded to know. "Don't go keeping me and my boy waiting."

Faced with the choice of spending the night alone or with the father and son at the table with them Ronan, Darga, and Belgut all wordlessly turned to one another in silent conversation. Should they accept the human's offer or not? Was there a risk if they did? And how much would they regret their decision if they said no?

Turns out the last of these questions mattered little to them as they grew hard at the thought of bedding the father and son. Why worry about the risks when a long night of passion and companionship was in the books? One that they sorely needed after being lost in the mountains for a week. Their bodies much to cold to properly consider having sex of any kind save for the occasional quick self abuse in the bushes,

And it was with that reminder of their sexual frustrations that the trio came to a silent consensus and turned to Owen and his son as one, their expressions eager as Ronan gave the human's their answer. "Alright, let's sate this interest you two have shall we?" He said with finality. "But we'll only go upstairs after we've all eaten. Tis only proper that we fill yuir bellies with food before we fill it with… heh, other things."

"It's mighty kind of you to give us so much Master Dwarf." Owen replied with a dip of his head. "And you'll not regret your decision. This night will be one to remember. I promise."

Grinning from his seat across the table an already half hard Belgut placed his heavy arm around Edgar's shoulders and pulled the bashful boy close to his coat covered body. "He-he-he gonna be fun." He rumbled. "Boy be cute. Gonna be fun fuck."

"And I believe so will his handsome father here." Returning the favor paid to him Ronan calmly reached down and gave Owen's crotch a quick squeeze, the hardness he found there making his eyes twinkle with lust and excitement. "I canna tell you how long it's been since I had a good sized human cock to play with."

"And a good sized tool it is my new friend." Owen grinned back. "One that will leave you tired and aching by the time the sun rises tomorrow."

"I-I can attest to that sir." Edgar confirmed in a hushed tone as he too was groped by an increasingly bold Belgut. "After spending the night with Papa I'm hardly able to work the next morning."

Ronan chuckled at the wide eyed look in the boy's face as he said that. "Ah now that's something nice to hear!" Giving the two human's a smirking look the middle aged dwarf motioned up to Owen. "Care to tell us about the first time you took yuir son sir blacksmith? Tis only fair seeing as I played storyteller earlier."

Looking over to his son with lustful eyes Owen chuckled. "Alright my friend. I will speak of what happened during that first time." He said, sure to keep his voice down in the loud crowded bar. "I was working in the forge one day when I hear this huffing and moaning from outside. Curious, I went out and…."

Only half listening as their new human acquaintance began telling them about the first time he had fucked his boy Darga smiled secretly to himself and moved onto his third mug of mead. The night certainly seemed to be starting of pleasantly. And it only looked to be getting better if the food the five or so barmaids were carrying as they approached their table tasted as good as it looked.

Good drinks, good food, and good sex. Yes, Darga truly was glad he had been talked into entering the "Drunken Orc" despite his initial anger at it's horrible name. Plus who knew, maybe after spending some time with his cock wedged in the ass of the blond boy or his father he'd actually come to love the damnable place. Not that he held his breath to that mind you.

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Later that night…

"…And then, just as I'm buried hilt deep in the lad's sweet little ass his old man barges into the bedroom and catches us right in the middle of the act!" A drunk, laughing Ronan exclaimed as he went on with his sixth story of the night. “Scared the hell out of me so badly that I fell right off of the bed and ended up upside down on the floor, naked as a jay bird!"

Chortling from his seat next to the sniggering dwarf a red-nosed Owen roughly clapped the shorter man on the back. "By the gods you are something else little man." He exclaimed. "W-What happened after you were caught? Come on, come on tell us!"

"Well as you can imagine the ambassador was not at all happy when he found yours truly deflowering his pride and joy." Quickly downing the last of his drink, his eight if his count was right, Ronan belched loudly before he continued. "Got so mad in fact that before I could get back onto my feet he took out his sword and came at me intending to sever my head from me shoulders!"

"Oh my, that had to be really scary." Edgar commented from his spot leaning heavily against Belgut's large body. Ever since the ogre had discovered that they would be having sex later he hadn't let go of him for a single moment. "Especially since you completely defenseless without any clothes on."

"Aye lad I most certainly was in dire peril." Ronan agreed with a sly, knowing grin. "But luck was on my side that day it seems. Doddering old fool couldn't aim for squat. Ended up missing yuirs truly by a country mile and while he's trying to free his sword from the bead post I take flight out of the window and down a nearby tree without a stitch of clothing on and a bottle of their best wine in my arms!"

Imagining a completely bare assed Ronan shimmying his way down the trunk of a tree and across a lawn the entire table around the smirking dwarf broke out into uproarious laughter at his expense. Everyone that is save for Darga who gave a huff as he moodily slumped down into his chair.

"Glad you find the whole thing hilarious Ronan because I do not." He grumbled. "Because of your stunt I ended up getting thrown out alongside all the other guests. Which was a shame because I had just convinced that handsome guard to come into a closet with me for a quick fuck."

"I made it up to you later that night didn't I?" Ronan defended. Showing what he meant the dwarf picked up a carrot that had been served with their pork and mimicked a blowjob with it.

Darga gave a annoyed snort at the argument though his eyes showed only amusement. "Your mouth was a poor substitute compared to that rounded ass." He said. "But at least the wine you stole was good to drink while you sucked me off."

Coming into the main area of the tavern as Ronan's group broke out into laughter at the dwarf's expense, Martha, the owner of the Drunken Orc, brought her hand up to her mouth and issued the final call of the night. "Alright ladies and gentlemen the tavern is now closed!" She announced. "Those of you not staying here it's time to clear out!"

Following the decree shouted across the room there were several depressed sounding groans from all around the tavern as the patrons and other guests began to gather their things and leave for wherever they were spending the night.

Caring little for those upset at her for closing Martha laughed lightly to herself and walked past he exiting guests with a merry tune on her lips. Spotting the three unusual guest she had tended to earlier that evening the portly old woman went over to them to see if they needed anything before they headed up to the room she had given them for the night.

"Hello again sirs!" She greeted in her motherly way. "I hope the meal was to your liking."

Craning his head back so he could look up at the woman Ronan gave their wonderful host a thankful smile. "It most certainly was ma'am." He returned with a thankful smile. "And if you don't mind me saying the atmosphere here was also quite enjoyable. Yuir inn is the first in all of Raisteria that's treated us so kindly."

"Not much of a surprise, that. What with how most of our countrymen fear outsiders." The innkeeper said with a sad sigh. "Suppose us here in Falkirk are better mannered then their ilk. Especially when we're faced with visitors as handsome as your orcan friend is over there."

Having been in the middle of taking a drink Darga comically choked on the mouthful of mead he had been swallowing at the compliment he received and sputtered as an amused Martha shook her head fondly and left the men to see to the few stragglers still at the bar.

"Seems you have yourself an admirer Darga." Ronan teased once the old woman was out of ear shot. It wasn't often that he saw the warrior blush like he was now. "Maybe you'd rather spend the night with her instead of us, aye?"

In a rare moment of awareness Belgut quickly snickered. "He-he-he, me not mind if Darga go." He said as he hugged Edgar from the side. "Less boy and blacksmith to share that way."

"There is no way in hell I will fuck an old woman!" Darga sourly snapped as he wiped away spilt mead from his chin. Looking over to Martha as he caught his breath the green man cringed. "To think, someone her age flirting like that!"

"Yuir never to old to look for a little fun." Ronan said unhelpfully. "Look at us? All men over a hundred about to take a boy of…" Slowing me motioned over to Edgar hoping the boy would provide his age.

"My son just came of age this last spring." Owen answered for his son. "And you must excuse Martha if she offended Master Orc. Her late husband was an orc you see and she still finds herself still very much attracted to members of your kind."

Blinking in surprise Darga gaped at the information just given to him. He had never heard of a human and an orc marrying before. He supposed the people of Falkirk truly were different from other Raisterians. "Never figured human to crave orcan attention so." He said thoughtfully. "Though I should not be surprised. We are a people of veracious lovers."

"Well here's to hoping me and my boy will experience some of that veracity tonight." Lifting himself out of his chair and rounding the table Owen slid his hand across Darga's back. "Speaking of which… dinner is done, should we not go upstairs and enjoy ourselves now?"

Clumsily pushing his chair back, Ronan slid his way out of his seat with a small frown. "You sure "Old Martha" won't mind us going up together?" There time at the inn had been good, he didn't want to ruin it. "If not then maybe we should fine elsewhere to enjoy each other's company."

"Old Martha won't mind us joining you upstairs one bit Master Dwarf." Owen said with a wave of his hand. "Our local innkeeper knows to keep her lips closed about what goes on under her roof. Just as long as it doesn't cause her family trouble that is."

Well that certainly was a relief Ronan thought. Though willing he hadn't been looking forward to heading back out into the cold of the night no matter how horny he was. And with that settled the he grinned at the men around him.

"Alright then let's head off shall we?" The dwarf said with an excited buzz building inside. "After all that touching we did under the table during dinner I'm more than ready for some play."

"As am I Master Dwarf." Owen agreed with a heady huff of air. Something about the forwardness of the smaller man was really getting him going.

Grunts coming from the other side of the table the two standing men turned to watch a now happily fed and visibly excited Belgut as he stood and picked up Edgar. The larger being effortlessly putting the boy under his arm like one would do when carrying a sack of potatoes.

"Ready to fuck!" Belgut said with a determined nod. "Me get boy first."

After sharing a good chuckle with his companions at the ogre and his insistence at being the first to fuck the golden haired apprentice Ronan motioned for everyone to follow and led the group out of the tavern and over to a staircase that they went up without a word.

Reaching the top of the steps after some bold groping in the narrow passageway the group quietly stepped onto the second story of the inn and marveled once again at what they saw. The second floor, like the first, was homey and warm. It's wooden paneled, carpeted hallways lined with several doors and lit by low burning lamps hanging from hooks on the walls.

"This place just keeps getting better and better." Ronan remarked as they continued on their way down one hall. "Martha must be making a pretty coin in this place to have it looking so fine."

"Actually most of the buildings in Falkirk are decorated much like the inn here." Owen revealed from behind the dwarf. "With all the visitors we get we're able to keep ourselves and our homes in good conditions. Plenty of business to go around."

Though Intrigued to learn just how profitable it was to do business in Falkirk Ronan quickly pushed that curiosity aside when they came to their room at the far end of the hallway. Retrieving the key that had come alongside their dinner he quickly unlocked the door and pushed it open.

Entering their temporary living chambers Ronan was not at all surprised to fine the interior just as well designed and nice as the rest of the building had been. Looking around the room as everyone came into the room behind him the dwarf took noticed to the four large metal posts adorned with candles at each corner of the chamber. The soft golden light radiating from them combining with the glow from a wooden chandelier hanging from the high ceiling in order to give the living space a soft warmth that was almost romantic in some ways.

Even the fixtures in the room was rather pleasant. Settled across the floor was a large, lush carpet. The complex pattern upon it going wonderfully with the small couch and large wardrobe positioned next to the window. Of course the most important piece of furniture to the men within the room had to be the large king sized bed against the far wall. One that thankfully looked sturdy enough to hold the combined weight that they would be putting on it as they got up to all sorts of sexual misadventures.

And it was with the though of all the things they would be doing soon in mind that Ronan drew his attention away from the décor and back to his companions. The dwarf's eyes aflame with desire and excitement as he saw them return his gaze with equal arousal. Now wasn't the time to critique their lodgings for the night. No… now was the time for hushed giggling, filthy words, and carnal pleasures.

"Alright lads, how are we to start?" Ronan asked the room. "I'm open to any suggestions as long as they involve someone bending someone else over."

"Me know how start." Brushing his way past everyone with Edgar still under his arm an excited Belgut stomped his over to the bed and tossed the young man onto it without a second though. "Me gonna take boy's pants off. Get good look at ass!"

Gripping the seat of Edgar's pants as he laid there on his belly Belgut wasted no time in pulling them down over the swell that was the boy's backside. Think burlap fabric giving way to a pair of pale, freckle covered buttocks that made the ogre's mouth water tremendously as he stared at them hungrily.

"Now isn't that a nice." Ronan said as he watched his friend strip their blond guest. "Quite the bottom yuir boy has Owen my man. Family trait perhaps?"

"Aye it is." The Blacksmith agreed as he came to stand next to the dwarf. "And you should see it after you've fucked him for a bit. Turns the loveliest shade of red."

"D-Don't tell them that Papa." A mortified Edgar whimpered as he shoved his face into the bedding under him. "They'll end up laughing at me."

"Me not gonna laugh." Belgut promised with a pat to the ass he had uncovered. "No, boy have cute butt. Me gonna like doing stuff to it once me all nakeds for fuck."

Not looking away from the bare bottom in front of him Belgut took the opportunity to finally shed the backpack and thick bear fur coat that he had been wearing since that morning. Both falling to the floor the happy ogre gave a long pleased groan and stretched, his body nearly completely exposed thanks to the fact that he only wore a simple black loincloth boarded with gold trim.

Seeing Belgut in all his half naked glory Owen nearly fell over in shock. "How the hell did he not freeze his ass off outside!?" He said in alarm. "The weather outside has to be colder than a witch's teat!"

Deep in the task of removing the light armor he wore an amused Darga gave their human companion a tusked grin. "Ogre's are warm-blooded in nature and do not like to wear too many clothes." He explained. "Ronan and I had a hell of a time even convincing him to wear that coat we bought for him."

Sliding his loincloth down past his thighs a now completely "nakeds" Belgut grunted in displeasure at the reminder of the fight they had a few weeks ago. "Coat be stupid!" He huffed. "All me need is loincloth. It easier to get ready when time to fuck!"

"Unless you die of exposure first." Darga added with a grim look. "You almost lost a toe on the way up the mountain, remember?"

"Me say me not cold!" Belgut insisted with a stomp of his foot. "Me got Ronan and Darga to keep me warm."

"Aye that you do Belly." Ronan said giving in. "Still doesn't mean we appreciated having those frigid toes poking our rears as we slept."

Glancing up to Owen who seemed to still be trying to wrap his head around Belgut's wardrobe the dwarf smirked and gave him a hard smack on the bottom. "Enough of this talk of clothing Blacksmith." He chided playfully. "Shed those drawers of yuirs and show us that hammer you bragged about betwixt your legs during dinner! I intend to inspect it thoroughly."

Spurred into action by the sting going through his bottom Owen shook his head with a low chuckle and hurriedly loosened the leather strap that served as his belt. Pulling it free after a moment he then allowed his breeches to fall down to the floor around his ankles, the light pat of the material quickly followed by a pair of appreciative whistles as Ronan and Darga saw what he had below.

Owen, to their present surprise, had a very large, very thick uncut cock. The organ's girthy and long length concealed by a loose vein covered foreskin that leaked pre profusely from it's puckered tip.

Unable to help himself when he saw such a magnificent tool in front of him Ronan quickly got in front of the other man and lowered himself to the floor, hands going out to pump the shaft with excruciating slowness.

"My, my, my…" The dwarf hummed as he slid back the foreskin to reveal a angry looking, purple tinted head. "To think we'd find a sword of this size on a mere human. Must have good breeding stock here in the north."

Staring down as he was stroked Owen let out a quick, pleased huff of air. "No need for the flattery now Master Dwarf. You've already got me in your room." He teased. "Only thing I truly desire from you is use of that mouth of yours. You have no idea how long it has been since I've had a proper suckling."

Finished with his own undressing Darga slid up behind the standing Owen and wrapped his arms around the human's body, muscular arms holding him in place as he rubbed his scar covered naked frame against the other man's body.

"You can not tell me your boy doesn't suck your cock for you blacksmith." The warrior rumbled as he ground his already hard cock against the human's backside. "If he doesn't than he must not be that much of a lover for you."

Leaning back into the body behind him Owen sighed deeply and enjoyed the feel of the two men he was between. "Oh he pleasures me with his mouth alright. To no end actually." He said through a harsh breath. "But he's yet to learn how to properly do the job. All teeth and coughing whenever I try to make him take me down his throat."

There was a chuckle from Ronan as he kissed the tip of the human's cock tenderly. "Then we will just have to endeavor to teach him better this night, won't we?" Showing what he meant the dwarf swiped his tongue across the fleshy head of the member in his grip. "But first there will have to be a demonstration, aye?"

"Yes, yes! A demonstration!" Darga cheered. "You are in for a treat human. My little dwarf is the best cocksucker I have ever known. Show him what I mean Ronan?"

"Your lucky I'm horny right now you great idget." Ronan complained in light annoyance. "Otherwise I'd be forcing you do it instead for calling me a "little" and a "cocksuker"."

"Just shut up and do it you smart mouthed bastard!" The orc huffed back. "It is rude to keep our new friend waiting."

"Fine, but we're talking about your bossiness later love." Ronan grumbled. "In length…"

Finished with his chastising Ronan set about the task of showing off his skills. Taking Owen into his mouth without a second though he hummed in pleasure as the large partially erect cock slid past his bearded lips and down his gullet with an ease that spoke of experience. Then, swallowing as he did, the short man began to bob back and forth, a growl of enjoyment coming out of him as he pleasured the man above him with all his might.

Feeling the intensity of the hot, wet mouth swallowing him whole again and again Owen groaned in intense pleasure, his knees going weak as his vision blurred to the point of near blindness as he did. He hadn't at all been lying when he had claimed it had been a while since he had been deep throated properly and by the gods did the dwarf kneeling before him know how to use that cleaver mouth of his!

"Oh yes, Master Dwarf, that's exactly how I like it!" He encouraged, calloused fingers finding their way into the Ronan's thick bronze hair. "I-I've never felt such pleasure so quickly before. K-Keep at it, there, there! That's the spirit!"

Untangling himself to rest his hands on their human's companions hips Darga chuckled. "If you think that feels good just wait for me to start." He growled as he began to lower himself to the floor. "For where my tongue goes will render you nothing more by a whimpering, needy whore!"

Dropping into a squat Darga took a moment to appreciate that nice round ass that came into his view. Owen's backside wasn't as tempting as his son's but it still had it's charm. Firm and hairy it was several shades paler than the rest of the blacksmith's tone body. The juxtaposition in skin colors most likely caused by exposure to the searing heat of the flames he used in the forge. A badge of honor that told Darga of how long and hard he worked at his job. Something he should remember come the morning.

But as nice this fullness was it wasn't what the orcan warrior was after. He wanted what was between the lard filled mounds. Working his fingers into the separation between the two he pried them apart to exposed the tight hole hidden within the furrow.

Becoming even more aroused as it winked back at him enticingly Darga leaned forward and slid his tongue across the sensitive wrinkle. The feel of his thick intrusive organ instantly sending shivers of pleasure through the body of the man above as he contently went to work and began eating out Owen's hole with the single mindedness of a starving man enjoying a meal.

"F-FUCK!" Owen gasped out as he was simultaneously rimmed and sucked at the same time. "I… I didn't even think of doing something like that to a person!"

"Human's are so uncreative when it comes to sex." Darga mumbled, his words partly muffled by the ass he was so vigorously tonguing. "Looks like your son is not the only one who will be learning tonight."

Entertained by the idea of him being a "student" to the three travelers like his boy Owen chuckled. "If the rest of your lessons are as pleasurable as this Master Orc then I look forward to it. I only hope my boy will take to the lessons as good as I."

Speaking of Edgar, he too was deep in pleasure as he and Belgut began their own sexual play. Though the manner of his enjoyment was not in the act of receiving but in the art of giving. Naked and kneeling on the floor, the boy had ended up between the seated Belgut's outstretched legs, mouth and lips tentatively exploring and kissing the large twelve inch monstrosity that sprang up from the ogre's hairless crotch.

Vision focused on the golden haired head worshiping his member Belgut grunted several times while running his hand over the tight curly ringlets atop his partners head. "He-he-he boy be doing good!" He praised. "Can't take in mouth all way but good. Me gonna fuck real good later as thanks. Breed chubby ass with big cock."

Backing away to get some air the red faced young man being complimented giggled shyly. "A-Are you sure I can really take all this Mr. Belgut?" Edgar wondered with a touch of doubt. "My Papa's a big man but you're so much bigger."

"I heard that boy!" Owen's voice rang out suddenly from behind Edgar. "You'll be paying for that later lad. My cock won't feel so small when I come over there and split that chubby ass of yours."

Removing his face from Owen's ass with a slurp Darga snorted and playfully bite at one of the human's butt cheeks. "Do not be so greedy human." He grumbled. "He is your son and you have your entire life to fuck him. Tonight we will be the ones to have him first."

"Damn right we will Dar." Ronan agreed as he pulled off of the human's cock with a pop and turned to where Belgut and Edgar were. "Belly!" He called out to the ogre. "Time to get our friend ready to be fucked! You know the way!"

Nodding back Belgut suddenly placed both of his hands on Edgar's shoulders and pulled the boy up with him as they stood. "Boy gonna be liking what happen next." He grinned. "It be one of Belgut's favorite things to do."

"W-What is it?" Trapped in the ogre's grip Edgar gave a worried laugh. This was his first time being with a member of another race so he truly didn't know what to expect. Though given what him and his father did he had a few ideas.

Turns out though that what the youth was expecting was very far off from what Belgut had in mind. Moving quicker than a man his size had ant right to the ogre got behind Edgar and gave him a firm shove, the sudden roughness throwing the boy off balance as he careened face first onto the bed, his legs hanging over the edge and his bottom at the complete mercy of his giant bedmate.

With his human partner now where he wanted him Belgut next plopped down onto his ass with a grunt, his tusked and ginning face quickly pressed into the perfectly rounded ass before him so he could begin devouring it in a noisy and sloppy manner. The sounds of his slurping and pleased moaning echoing out at he continued on without pause.

Vision drawn over to his son when he heard the boy's unbridled squeal of delight from Belgut's actions Owen quickly had to suppress a groan and hold back the urge he had to cum into Ronan's mouth then and there. He had heard that sound many a time in his bedroom in the dead of the night. But for some reason hearing it now lit a fire in Owen like never before.

Seemingly sensing how close the man above him had been to filling his gut with his seed, Roman reluctantly drew away from the cock in his mouth again, mischief in his eyes as he peered up at the taller man while stroking his spit soaked shaft.

"Something the matter Sir Blacksmith?" He asked. "Yuir shivering as if you are cold. But I do not feel a chill in the room."

"That's because you are still dressed dwarf." Darga huffed from behind the other man.

Reaching around Ronan gave Darga's arm a sharp slap. "Quiet you dullard. I'm trying to be coy here." He snapped. Then returning his attentions to Owen he chuckled all sweet again. "Well Owen my friend, is something wrong?"

"I… I am fine friend." Owen said with a chuckle. "B-But seeing my son over there being prepared for the time of his life makes me wonder if too could be fucked by you three tonight."

Standing, Ronan raised a bushy eyebrow and slid off the cloak he had been wearing. Darga was right, it wasn't fair that he was the only one still fully dressed. "You hear that Darga my dear?" He said over to his orcan companion. "Owen here wants someone to fuck him as well. Seems his family has two sluts instead of one."

"Then let us give him a good helping of cock to sate his desires." Darga agreed. "But first… I wish to see all of what we will be playing with this night."

Giving Owen a quick spin so that he was facing him, Darga growled low in his chest and roughly pulled the human's shirt up and over his head. The heavy article of clothing then carelessly thrown to the side so that the orc could fully take in what the other man looked like bare to the world.

Like his lower half, the upper half of the blacksmith's body was truly a sight to behold. His chest broad and stomach only slightly pudgy Owen was covered in a thick pelt of hair. Dark, thick patches of ebony fur speckled with bits of silver that covered most of his shoulders, arms, and chest, with an unruly trail running down over his belly and to the thick bush growing around the root of his cock.

But the thing Darga liked the most about what he saw were the pair of nipples peering out from under this dense underbrush. Both small mounds pierced straight through by thick golden rings that glinted in the low light of the room. Reaching for these the warrior gave them a hard tug, a hiss of pain from Owen his reward for the roughness.

"Good… so very, very good!" Darga said with desire and lust dripping from every word. "Over to the couch boy! You will bend over it for me so that I may have unfettered access to your ass and prepare it for my cock!"

Though enticed by the prospect of having the orc fucking him with the huge green shaft between his legs Owen could not allow being called "boy" to pass without argument. "I am no young'un Master Orc." He said through a small grin. "I am well over forty winters old with gray hair in both my beard and on my ch--"

Silencing Owen before he could finish with a almost animalistic sounding growl Darga hooked his fingers in the ring upon the other man's chest and pulled him forward, forcing him into a hard kiss so heated and passionate that nearly burnt off all the hair on the human's body.

"--And I am over a hundred and thirty child." Darga rumbled as they separated, a single strange of spittle still connecting them. "Now move your ass boy! I will not tell you again for next time I shall simply shove your damn face into the carpet and fuck your disobedient ass until you know who's your superior!"

Left speechless in the face the authority in the voice of the orc warrior before him all Owen could do was nod dumbly and heed the harsh words, both him and Darga quietly padding their way across the room where the human was promptly bent the couch and struck several times on the ass hard for his back talk earlier.

A chuckle coming from him as he watched Darga subjugate their new companion in his own wonderfully arousing way a lonesome Ronan quickly removed the rest of his clothing and strutted his way naked over to where Belgut and Edgar. Getting up onto the bed he calmly laid down next to the duo on his side, cool steel gray eyes quietly regarding them closely.

Looking at Edgar the older man couldn't help but smile. It was becoming quite clear that the young human had to be the cutest thing imaginable at that very moment. With the side of his face resting against the bed and his ass up in the air as he was aggressively rimmed by the larger man at his rear Edgar lazily peered out from under his golden locks with his bright blue eyes, drool running down his chin and a dopey smile on his face that only grew more and more dazed as the moments went by.

Enthralled by this adorable sight Ronan gave into an urge that hit him and leaned forward to kiss those half open lips. A quick peck that left Edgar's already reddened face even more crimson when the dwarf retreated back with a smug expression. Someone that receptive definitely needed to get fucked by someone as soon as possible.

Determined to make this event an reality Ronan sat up and cleared his throat so he could call over to Belgut who hadn't stopped sloppily tonguing the boys anus since he had been commanded to do so. "Come up for air Belly!" He said loud enough for him to hear. "Lad's had enough of your oral skills me thinks. Time we move onto even more pleasant manners."

Reluctantly looking up from the tasty ass he had been enjoying Belgut peered up over Edgar's jiggling cheeks to his friend, a big smile on his spit covered face. "Okay me stop." He said while lumbering to his full height. "Can me fuck boy now?"

Ronan tsked the single mindedness of his large gray skinned companion--not that he was one to talk mind you--and shook his head to the request. One couldn't just ram a cock of an ogre's size and girth up an inexperienced asshole without proper stretching.

No, what Edgar needed was to be passed around a bit and fucked again and again until ready. The less endowed men of the room gradually opening the boy up with tender loving care. Only after then could he be roughly and vigorously plowed into by the brute in their midst until he was left a cum covered moaning mess on the floor.

But Belgut was a bit too dimwitted to fully understand such an undertaking so Ronan quickly thought up a diversion. "No Belly, you will have to wait." He reprimanded gently. "But if yuir truly fit to cum in something go over and ask Darga if he would share our other guest with you for a bit."

Not offering up a single argument against the suggestion Belgut wordlessly spun around and walked away without a second though. He didn't care where he got himself off in all honestly. Just as long as it felt good and it happened more than once that evening. Changing partners was of little consequence to him.

Edgar however was a truly disheartened to watch the being who had made him feel so good just leave. Letting out a sad sigh the boy unsteadily shifted and sat down on the bed, his eyes glued to Belgut's back as the ogre stood there watching his orc friend and his father.

"Don't worry lad, he'll be back eventually." An amused Ronan said with a pat to the human's shoulder.

When the boy continued to stare forlornly at the other occupants in the room the dwarven man sighed lightly and took Edgar by the chin, turning his head so their eyes could meet. "Now, now, none of that lad." Ronan said gently. "Belly isn't the only one here willing to pleasure you this night, you know. Come, won't you allow this old horny dwarf some time with you?"

Seeing that he was being rude to their new friends Edgar bashfully dropped his eyes downwards and nodded bashfully. "O-Of course I will Sir Dwarf." He said. "And p-please do whatever you wish to me. Given your stories, I'm certain that I will enjoy your attentions greatly."

Ronan felt a wave of arousal wash over him at the submissive tone in his new young friends voice. How long had it been since he had someone so willing, so innocent to sully with his lust? Much too long in his books. Oh, how he was going to enjoy ravishing this boy to the brink and back.

"Good boy." Ronan hummed with a smirk. "Now just you lay down your head and let me fuck you into a stupor."

Profusely blushing because of the filthiness of Ronan words Edgar whimpered excitedly as he was gently persuaded onto his back by a strong hand on his chest. Head coming to rest on the surface of the bed the unsuspecting boy quickly found his neck mercilessly kissed and nibbled at by a pair of bearded lips, the tickling sensation he got from the hair on the face of the man on top of him causing him to giggle softly as Ronan went on unabated.

Left hand sliding down the side of the pudgy body under him to cup and squeeze an equally plump asscheek Ronan couldn't help but grin against the heated skin he was laving with attention. By the Forgemasters this boy was a treat to make love to! The softness of his body, those mewling sounds he was making, everything. All of these wonderful things combined to arouse the dwarf in such a way that he dearly wanted to speed up their time together to get to the truly good parts.

But no… he had to take his time. Ronan needed to prove to the boy that he was a better choice in lover than a certain overly horny brute they both knew. Focusing his attention on just that Ronan started to work his way down the incline of the his partner's short neck, kissing his way across the palatable flesh with excruciating slowness. Every single inch passed tenderly and painstakingly worshiped until the dwarf was satisfied enough to move on.

Eventually Ronan found his way to a nice doughy chest covered in a thin dusting of golden hairs. Exploring the area the bearded man was quick to discover a pair of delightfully rosy colored nipple atop the jiggling mounds, the right one of which he pinched with his thumb and index finger while greedily taking it's brother into his suckling mouth, nibbling and tugging at it with great satisfaction.

"BY THE GODS!" Edgar keened as he squirmed under the dwarf.

'If only Darga and Belgut were as easy to please when we make love.' Ronan thought smugly as continued to nibble on the nipple in his mouth. '… if only…'

Elsewhere in the room as Ronan continued pleasuring Edgar with his dwarven sexual expertise a snarling Darga was busy mercilessly pounding into the ass of his own temporary lover. Large scarred hands gripping Owen's sweaty thighs as he roughly bred the other man against the sofa in the room, the warrior enjoyed the way the human grunted as he fucked him. Each wet meaty slap of his hips against the upturned backside he caused only driving the orc to want to rut harder, go faster and faster as his blood boiled.

To say that Darga had been surprised at how well Owen was taking his meat would be a great understatement. Given his rough demeanor Darga had feared the other man would be one of those stubbornly foolish human males who considered the act of submission demeaning. But no… all it taken was a few good minutes of fingering for the proud and strong blacksmith to get down onto his knees, upper body resting on the couch and his ass spread open and exposed like a wanton bitch in heat.

Darga, for his part had gladly gotten behind the other man and buried himself to the hilt, the orc's mind quickly becoming lost in the heat of lust as he fucked the human without pause or delay. But as lost as he was in his sexual daze Darga was still fully able to hear when a needy sounding whimpered sounded from behind them. One that continued to repeat itself again and again until he could no longer ignore it.

Hips slowing as he turned his head to confront whatever was interrupting his enjoyment of the man under him Darga was not at all surprised to see it was none other than Belgut annoying him so. For some reason only his own the ogre was just standing there, his face apprehensive and his lips pouting as he shuffled from foot to foot as if wanting so badly to ask something.

Rolling his eyes as he went back to vigorously fucking Owen, the warrior barked out an irritated question of his own. "What is it Belgut!?" When in the middle of sex he was not one for mincing words. "Out with it quickly before I get angry!"

"Can me join?" Belgut quietly asked. "Please."

Hearing what the larger man wanted Darga grumbled darkly to himself. Ronan must have sent him over to bother them. The smart assed little fuck. The dwarf was just lucky that he didn't mind helping entertain the big brute too much. Belgut, or Belly as he preferred to be called by his "best buddies" was his lover too. And quite frankly he was being awfully cute not that Darga ever mention it.

"Fine, bring over that cock of yours over here if you must." The orc said to his companion with a growl. "I think I have the prefect place you can put it while I breed this human's ass."

Having been listening to the pair behind him as he was pounded into Owen peered back over his shoulder to them with a pant. "A-And j-just where I-Is he to p-put it Master O-Orc." He asked between pleased grunts. "I don't t-think I can take b-both of you at once."

Savage grin appearing on his face Darga suddenly pulled out of Owen and roughly flipped the fully grown man onto the floor on his back with ease, the green skinned orc then quickly wrapping his hands tightly around the blacksmith's ankles to use as leverage as he slid back into the tight, puckering hole he had been previously fucking without a single warning.

"What a stupid question boy." Darga growled, his hips resuming their swift grinding motions. "Belly will put his cock into that mouth of yours. Only fair seeing how much oral you have received this night."

Shock appearing on his bearded face Owen shifted his eyes back and forth between Darga and Belgut as the ogre approached them with a gleam in his beady eyes. "But I cannot possibly swallow something that large!" He argued in alarm. "I'll choke!"

"Me no choke human." Belgut said in a low rumble. Standing above Owen's head as he laid there on the ground the large man carefully got down onto his kneed, his cock coming to rest against the bearded man's lips as he did. "Me know to be careful. Never hurt handsome man."

Darga chuckled. It stilled astounded him how gentle Belgut could be during sex when he put his mind to it. Not once had he hurt either him or Ronan. The giant truly being honest when he said he knew how to be gentle.

"You heard him… Owen…" Darga growled at his trouble pronouncing the name. "…Belgut will not harm you. Now open you mouth and suck or else I will halt in my own actions and leave you hard."

With both the tip of Belgut's very large maleness and Darga's threat hanging above his head like the sword of Damocles Owen sighed in defeat and hesitantly opened wide, his mouth then quickly filled to the brim with the musky taste and girth of the oversized organ he was supposed to tend to.

For the first few moments of felating this colossal shaft of throbbing meat the blacksmith didn't know how to proceed. He had never sucked on something this large before. But as soon as the first spurt of thick viscous precum hit his taste buds Owen mindlessly began to suck on the sensitive head, his tongue flicking and drilling into the leaking piss slit again and again so that he could consume more of the sweet tasting liquid that flowed from the tip.

Eyes glazing over as he was given head Belgut looked over to Darga and giggled softly, thick tusked lips quirking upward in a dimwitted grin. "Him be good." He simply said.

Looking up from the sight of Belgut's cock sliding back and forth between Owen's lips Darga growled. "Is he now…" He said with an amused expression. "Then I must give him a try later. But for now… come here you big idiot. I wish to give you something."

Excited by the prospect of some sort of gift Belgut eagerly leaned forward and was quickly grabbed by the back of the head by Darga, the orc then pulling him forward so that their lips crashed together in rough passion.

Moaning as his mouth was dominated by his warrior friend Belgut unconsciously began to gently shift his hips back and forth, his forward jabs somehow matching Darga's retreating ones as the duo began to piston in and out of Owen's willing body during their impromptu kissing session.

Watching how his father was dominated by the ogre and orc across the room out of the corner of his eye Edgar moaned unabashedly as he too was pounded into by the man settled between his legs. Attention drawn back to Ronan when a particularly hard jab hit a sweet spot within him the young boy whimpered and gripped onto the large forearms of his ravisher for support. How the hell could something feel this good!?

"Such a tight ass you have lad." Ronan growled out in a low voice as he fucked the body under him. Lowering his head he kissed the golden haired boy again, tongue entering his gasping mouth to plunder and taste deeply for several long minutes before he rose again with a hard snap of his hips that earned him a cry of passion.

"O-Oh gods… Mister Ronan! H-How can anyone be so good at this?" Edgar moaned as he recoiled from the surge of pleasure that had gone through him. "You know just where and when to push inside of me. It feels so damn good, I can barely stand it!"

Ronan couldn't help but chuckle at the boy's admiration. Like most he had assumed that everything on a dwarven body was small. Including his people's dicks. Oh, how Ronan had enjoyed that wide eyed look on the blond haired lad's face when he fully saw and felt his manhood. A mighty hammer that rivaled most and had pleased so many in the past.

"So you like having my cock inside of you human?" Ronan teased after several more minutes of steady thrusting. "Tell me lad, what do you love the most about having my dwarven tool inside of ye? Do you like being fucked by an old man like me? Like feeling the way it slides in and out of your nice tight hole, fucking ye the way only I can?"

"Uh-uh…" Was all Edgar could say in response as suddenly came, eyes rolling back into his head and his toes curling as he let out a moan so loud that it quieted everyone in the room as they stopped to watch him climax.

Turning when he heard the youngest of their group cry out Darga made a sound somewhere between a growl and a chuckle. "Looks like Ronan got the boy shooting his load in record time." Pulling out of Owen the orc got to his feet, Belgut doing the same now that his focus had been drawn back over to the bed.

Left gasping on the floor Owen sat up and peered over to his son who was laying limply on the bed and laughed himself. Looked like his slut of a progeny was having the time of his life. One that, he observed as he unsteadily helped back onto his feet by Darga, wasn't over by a long shot.

"I swear, that boy is never better looking than after he's been fucked." The bearded man said over to Darga as they traveled back across the room. "Looks just like his late mother did on our wedding night."

"Then you are lucky I was not hear when she was available?" Darga smirked, mind going back to Martha and her husband. "I would have stolen her form you. Heh, that or I would have taken the two of you as my mates."

"And we would have gladly come." Owen chuckled, a grin forming on his gruff bearded face. "She was a needy one in the bedroom. Could have used the help bedding here some nights. Not that I complained too much."

Stepping up to the bed just as Ronan was pulling himself out of Edgar's used ass with a wet squish the three taller men quietly observed as the smaller man slid off and wiped the sweat from his brow with a deep sigh. "Nearly thought the lad was going to do me in there." He joked. "Dinna think I'd get that excited from fucking his lardy little bottom."

"You are getting old dwarf." Darga said, a smug smirk forming on his tusked face. "Perhaps you should call it a night now and go sleep in the corner. Let us younger men take up the challenge."

"And maybe you should stick your opinion where the sun don't shine Darga my love." Ronan shot back with a huff. Folding his arms over his chest the dwarf tilted his head upwards in haughty smugness. "Plus, let's not forget whom wore whom out last time we made love."

Darga stiffened at the reminder. "I do not no what you are going on about short one." He huffed. "And don't you dare speak of it again."

Turning to Owen after being given that sort of command Ronan gleefully recounted what had happened to the now curious man. "Seems Darga got so tuckered out the last time I fucked his green arse that he fell asleep as soon as he came." He smirked. "Should have seen him too. Face down in the dirt, snoring away like sleeping baby. Cutest thing I ever did see."

"You did not tire me out!" Darga argued back hotly, his green cheeks darkening. "I… I merely grew bored having to lay there as you flailed about on top of me is all."

Eyebrow rising in disbelief Ronan chuckled lowly. "Fine, if that's the story yuir gonna go with my friend." He stated slyly. "But when all is said and done we both know the truth of the matter now don't we?"

Oh, Darga did not like that tone one bit! "Fine, If you do not believe me then I will show you I am not one grow tired so easily!"

"How you gonna do that?" Belgut wondered.

"By fucking the same slut Ronan did and doing it better!" Stomping over to the bed Darga plopped down onto it with a growl and slapped his leg, eyes alight with fire as he looked over to Edgar. "Your rest is over now boy!" He commanded. "Get over here and sit on my cock. Your well fucked hole will be my testament to the virility of the orcan race!"

"Aye, move yourself son!" Owen encouraged with a cheer. "Let's see if our green friend can truly wear out that pretty little ass of yours! Give us all a show!"

Cheeks tinting as everyone around him began to add their own opinions on what he should do a awkwardly smiling Edgar nodded. "A-Alright Papa." He said quietly.

Giving his obedient son a small grin Owen nodded in approval. He certainly had taught him well in the time the had begun having sex. "That's a good boy." He said softly. "Go and make me proud."

Though obviously exhausted from his recent excursion with their dwarven companion a tiredly grinning Edgar dutifully went to do as his dad had told him. Crawling over the bed the golden haired boy clumsily got into Darga's lap and straddled the other man, facing him as he did. Giving an unsure smile as he looked into the orc's fierce face Edgar then reached back and took the hard meaty shaft he would be riding in his grip, feeling and stroking it with a worried hum.

"That is it boy, touch me and feel how large I am." Darga rumbled as he felt the human's hand glide over his aching member. "But do not idle for too long. I would much rather have your hole wrapped around my cock than your fingers."

"O-Of course Sir Orc." Edgar said, face heating up.

Lifting himself up slightly Edgar carefully pressed the reddened angry tip of the engorged cock against his gaping, well fucked hole and pushed back, it's thickness penetrating him with incredible ease he arched his back and sank down with patient slowness.

"Nary a prettier sight in the world." Ronan commented in slight awe as him and the others observed Edgar's rounded ass swallow the turgid green orchood breaching it. "I'm already starting tae get hard again just from watching it."

Standing next to the dwarf an entranced Belgut nodded slowly. "Me like seeing too." He agreed. "Hope my turn come next."

"Don't worry my man I'm sure it will." Owen said. Emboldened by all that they had already done the blacksmith chanced to give the giant a pat on the bottom, his hand lingering as the ogre turned to him with a giggle. "After sucking on that cock of yours I'm mighty curious to see it in action."

"He-he-he… human gonna like seeing me fuck?" Raising his hand Belgut cupped the back of Owen's head and pressed him down. "But first me wanna have human suck cock again. Make it nice and slick for fuckings!"

Pushed down onto his knees Owen growled deep in his chest. Despite his initial reluctance at handling a tool that size he had quickly come to like the chore. The feel and weight working it's way down his throat making heat form in his nether regions.

"But of course Master Ogre." The bearded human huffed. "I'll get it nice and wet so that you may fuck my son as long as you wish."

Only half listening to the conversation going on behind him Edgar furrowed his brow and diligently continued on his journey to fully take the cock that was halfway inside of him. Sinking lower and lower the boy threw his head back and a silent gasp and shuddered, his pale rounded hips eventually coming into contact with the skin on Darga's green thighs after several long moments of work and dedication.

"I-It's in!" Edgar exclaimed with pride. Moving the young apprentice started to grind against the lap he was seated it, every gyration he made causing the hard as rock rod inside of him to slide back and forth. "Ooooh, yes! Yes! It feels so good Sir Orc. P-Please f-fuck me now sir! PLEASE!"

Pleased by all of the praise being showered down upon him Darga decided to give his current lover what he asked for took control over their rutting. Lip drawn back in a quiet snarl he dug his fingers into the freckled hips moving against him and began to bounce the human up and down on his hardness with hard brutal downward slams.

"Such a good boy." Darga rumbled as Edgar took the increase in roughness in stride. "You will come to love being fucked by an orc. Much better than that damn dwarf. Bastard can not even fuck you right with that dick of his. Left you much to tight."

Responding immediately to the insults hurled at him Ronan sent a heated glare in Darga's direction. "Well he'd be plenty looser if I you lot dinna come over and interrupt me." He said in while twirling one side of his braided mustache with his fingers. "Shame too, for I was so very close to cumming."

Head snapping in Ronan's direction when he heard the dwarf's complaint a suddenly bright eyed and excited Belgut grinned wildly. "You no cum yet?" He asked. When Ronan absently shook his head to the question the larger man giggled. "Then me be helping you! Me got good plan to make Ronan cum lots!"

Instantly beginning to worry when he heard Belgut say the word "Idea" Ronan quickly went to step out of the ogre's reach before he acted upon whatever thought he had. Unfortunately for the shorter man he ended up not being face enough because before he knew what was happening Belgut had reached over and grabbed him under the armpits, the giant effortlessly lifting the outraged dwarf high into the air until his dwarfhood was level with his still grinning tusked mouth.

"Put me down you dammed git!" Legs flailing around until they hooked over Belgut's broad shoulders Ronan growled in anger and slapped the ogre on his twin horned head. "How many times have I told you not tae pick me up! I am a fully grown dwarf!"

"But you still small." Belgut pointed out as he licked his lips. With Ronan's crotch so very close to his mouth the large man was salivating with need. "A-An Ronan say him like when I pick up."

"No I don't!" Ronan huffed stubbornly. Leaning back the dwarf glared down at Belgut's face. "Now put be down this very minute or I'll… wait… what are you doing?"

Grown tired of all the fussing Ronan was doing Belgut decided that he would do the one thing he knew of that quieted the bearded man down. Sliding his hands down from Ronan's sides to his ass, both palms cradling the rounded half moons, the ogre rudely pushed his middle finger between the furry cheeks and probed the seldom used hole there with a surprising amount of tenderness.

Ronan's reaction to the intrusion was a rather humorous one to say the least. Eyes going wide as the still complaining dwarf hugged the ogre's scalp, several loud huffs coming from his chest before he curled over Belgut's head and let loose cry that echoed off of the walls.

"FOOKING HELL!" Ronan said with a shout, his accent thickening as he spoke. Pushing back against the thick digit inside of his hole the dwarf growled as his cock grew even harder. "Fine, fine ya damned beastie!" He eventually relented. "I'll go and forgive ye this time, but you better as hell not do this again!"

"Okie-dokie." Belgut said happily.

Unable to resist his desire to taste the hard cock pressing against his lips anymore Belgut finally swallowed the other man's cock and balls whole, the hum of pleasure that came from him upon doing so followed by another series of curses from Ronan as he was sucked on with incredible power and persistence.

Pulling off the enormous cock he had been sucking on himself Owen shuffled back so he could look up over Belgut's belly observe what was going on above. These three odd travelers he had befriended certainly were an interesting bunch. If only they weren't just visiting Falkirk. Owen would have loved to get to know them even better.

'But I suppose me and my son will just have to enjoy ourselves fully tonight, aye?' The blacksmith told himself as he returned to felating Belgut's maleness. 'And if those sounds going on over there on the bed are anything to go by then I think my boy is doing just that!'

Unaware of his father's thoughts or anything else besides what was happening to him a openly panting, red faced Edgar groaned and slammed his jiggling ass down hard on Darga's erect cock. "BY THE GODS!" he exclaimed, hands coming to rest on his orcan lover's shoulders. "Papa's never done it for this long before! How can you still be going!"

There was a chuckled as Darga increased his speed, arms wrapping around the smaller man in his embrace as he jabbed upwards several times. "It is as I said boy, we orcs have stamina to spare." He bragged. "But I have not fully shown you the joys of my kind. We orcs have a special way of truly satisfying whatever bitch we choose to fuck."

"H-How do you do it sir?" Edgar asked while he wiggled his bottom in Darga's lap wantonly. "W-W-Will I l-like it?"

Falling onto his back Darga motioned for Edgar to follow and kissed the boy hard and long once he did. "It will feel so good that you will be left a moaning puddle on the floor child." He growled seductively when they finished. "But I shall need help in properly using this overstuffed ass of yours."

Their lips only inches apart Edgar gasped softly when he felt a pair of large hands knead and spread his ass open to an almost painful degree. "W-Who will you ask for help?" He wondered.

A grin formed on Darga's face at that. One that spoke of lust and desire strong enough to overwhelm average men. "Your father will help us." He announced. Leaning to the side the warrior raised his voice and shouted across the room. "BLACKSMITH! Get over here! I have need of you again!"

Reluctantly withdrawing from his spot on the floor sucking Belgut's cock Owen shakily rose to his full height and stumbled his way over to the bed. "At your service Master Orc, as always." He teased. "What am I to do?"

"Shove that erection of yours up into your offspring's hole alongside mine!" Darga commanded as he pulled himself free of the tightness of Edgar's ass. "Do so that we may fuck him together and truly make him a man!"

Eyes roaming down his son's back and to the thick green shaft lodged between the cheeks of the rounded bottom he had sired Owen grinned wickedly. Yet another thing this orc was going to teach him it seemed. Starting his "lesson" the bearded man climbed onto the bed between Darga's outstretched legs, his cock quickly pressed up against the same hole the warrior was fucking.

"Do I just push it in like this?" Owen asked with an air of uncertainty. "There's barely enough room for you."

Spreading Edgar's ass even further Darga nodded. "Like that." He confirmed. "Now remain still boy and let your father inside of your gaping hole."

Bracing his himself Edgar closed his eyes and moaned as he felt his hole being stretched to it's limits as his father pushed his way into him. Whimpering as he a twinge of pain him the boy bit his bottom lip and endured as inch after inch of the cock that sired him entered his body, the pain only subsiding once Owen was fully seated, the weight of the older man falling on Edgar's sweaty back as he was sandwiched between his father and Darga.

Cock giving a pulse as he sat there, buried to the root in his son, a hard breathing Owen placed his hands on the younger man's shoulders and looked past him to Darga. "This has got to be the tightest thing I've even been in." He rumbled. "S-Should I start moving now Master Orc?"

Adjusting his hips as he enjoyed the sensation of his own cock pressing up against Owen's in their shared sheath Darga smirked. "Yes, move for us Blacksmith." He replied as he placed his arms behind his back, getting comfortable. "You and your son shall do all the hard work as I reap in the benefit of your labors. Fuck him hard and show no mercy."

"Only way I know how to fuck the needy lad." Owen chuckled.

Setting into action the older human started to move his hips back and forth with fast, precise strokes. Connecting with his boy's reddened ass with a growl he enjoyed how Darga's manhood throbbed under his, the feel only prompting him to thrust harder, go deeper as he began to build up speed until the only thing that could be heard was the sound of their grunts and the meaty smack of his thighs meeting rounded ass.

Attention drawing away from the warm mouth sucking him off at the commotion going on over on the bed Ronan peered over his shoulder and watched Owen's hairy backside as he moved. "Oi, put me down Belly!" He said giving Belgut's head a tap. "I need tae take a closer look at our friends."

Moaning in annoyance because he was being asked to stop Belgut reluctantly took his small dwarven friend by his sides and cautiously lowered him back down to the floor, the two of them turning to watch their companions a few feet away.

"That look good." The ogre said. "Me go next?"

"Yes Belly, "you go next."." Ronan said humoring the other man. Turning to the ogre the dwarf spat in his hand and grabbed hold of his friend's exceptionally large cock. "Let's get you ready then, shall we?"

"Yes…" Was Belgut's simple response as he Ronan started to run his hand back and forth over him. "Hurry! They gonna cum soon from looks of it!"

True to Belgut's observations Darga and Owen were indeed so very close to cumming. Both of their orgasms within sight the pair of growling and huffing men vigorously fucked the boy between them, their rhythm devolving into a series of jerky thrusts as they both raced towards the end of their shared activity.

Being merely a human it was Owen who was the first to come inside of his son, the blacksmith throwing his head back and screaming out in satisfaction as volley after volley of potent seed erupted from his cock, the white slickness helping to lube Darga's way as he too came with a deep bestial grunt of his own. The orcs load even greater than the first as it began to leak out of Edgar's sore hole and down the boy's taint to his hanging balls.

Left panting and exhausted as he backed away from the body he had been fucking Owen staggered right into Belgut's waiting arms and sighed. "I… I don't think I'll ever recover from tonight." He said jokingly. "You boys have killed me."

Stepping towards the taller man to pat his stomach Ronan chuckled. "Don't die on us yet Blacksmith." He grinned. "We've yet to truly start our night together."

Eyes shifting to his limp and smiling son as Darga rose from the bed, the golden haired man held aloft against the orc's strong body by two hands cupping his bottom, Owen raised an eyebrow in confusion. "We haven't?" He said dumbfounded.

"No human, we haven't." Darga answered smugly. Leaning down the warrior gently laid Edgar onto the floor and rolled the pliant youngster onto his belly. "Belgut it is time for you to fuck this boy. Make it something we will all enjoy seeing."

Hopping on his feet Belgut clapped his hands together happily. "Me will do!"

Lumbering down onto the floor the excited man grabbed Edgar by the hips and pulled the human onto his hand's on knees. Licking his lips when he saw the gaping hole everyone had used before him ogre quickly took his cock and pushed his way inside, the cum already leaking from the well used area allowing him easy entry as he began to wildly fuck the smaller being with an almost child-like zeal.

At a loss for words as he witnessed his son being roughly pounded into by largest member of their fivesome Owen shook his head in amazement and turned to Darga then Ronan, a smile splitting his bearded face when the two met his eyes with equal lust.

"I hope my son will be able to work in the morning." The human joked lightly. "Your boy there seems to be a little rough."

"As I said when I was fucking you, Belgut knows to hold back his true strength." Darga informed with a sideways glance. "But it is not your boy's ass that you should be worried about Blacksmith." Pointing down the warrior motioned to his own cock, the large vein covered organ already starting to plump up yet again.

"You're hard again!" Owen said with slight shock. He had never seen someone recover so quickly after orgasm before. It hadn't even been a full five minutes from his count.

Placing his muscular arm around his human companion's shoulder Darga pulled the other man close and began to pepper his neck with small nibbling bites. "Yes boy I am hard again." He confirmed with a smirk. "How many times must I remind you imbeciles that we orcs are virile lovers?"

"Aye and so are we Dwarves." Ronan said joining in. Moving in close to their sexual conquest of the night the short bearded man curled his fingers around Owen's limp cock and stroked it with a sigh. "But it seems that you will need some coaxing to fully become erect again, aye? Darga… let's help the dear man, shall we."

"For once I wholly agree with you dwarf." Moving from Owen's lips to his neck as he pinched the human's pierced left nipple Darga enjoyed taking his time in slowly dragging his tongue across the heated, sweat covered skin. "I like the taste of your sweat boy." He commented with a growl.

Gasping as he felt Ronan work one of his fingers into his rear entrance while continuing to handle his cock Owen let out a small chuckle. "Then you should taste me after a day in the forge." He said breathlessly. "Wife often refused to let me into our home until I washed the stink of sweat off of me."

"Then she did not appreciate the true musk of a man." Ronan said with a hum. Moving behind the standing man the dwarf lowered himself and eyed the human's back end hungrily. "But you shall soon see that I have no such lack of admiration."

"N-No… I suppose you don't." Owen said unsteadily as he was rimmed for the second time that night, the scratchiness of his dwarven friend's large beard only adding to the good feelings he received as he was ate out.

Groaning as he endured the double assault from the two men embracing him Owen, to his great surprise, suddenly began to feel his cock stirring down below. Peering down the length of his body to truly see if he really was becoming hard the bearded man marveled as his manhood filled to fullness in the course of several minutes, the organs plump, purplish head rising upward just in time for Darga to take it in his green hand.

"He's hard Ronan." The orc said, voice half muffled against the nipple he had been nursing on.

Looking around Owen, Ronan hummed in approval. "Good than let's say we end our first round in style, aye?"

Standing up the dwarf motioned over to Belgut and Edgar, the three of them approaching the two. Since the last time they had checked up on the duo the larger of the pair had re-positioned the boy, Edgar laid flat out on his back as Belgut held his ankles apart, the ogre's thick cock disappearing and reappearing out of the his used hole as he thrust into him over and over.

"You alright there son?" Owen said looking down at his boy.

Eyes going wide with each inward jab of the mammoth rod fucking him Edgar nodded with a whimper. "Y-Y-Yes Papa!" He said. "It feels do damn good."

"Told you." Ronan said smugly. Taking himself in hand as they observed the two men on the floor the small man began to masturbate with purpose, brows furrowed in concentration as he steadily drove himself to orgasm again. "Come on lads! Let's mar that pretty little face by cumming all over it!"

"Here, here!" Darga agreed as he too began to fist his orchood. "I shall cover the little slut from head to toe in seed."

Stroking himself as well Owen chuckled dirtily. This truly was a good way to end their first bout in style. "Not before I sully those golden curls Master Orc." He bragged. "Lad loves it when I coat his face in seed!"

Looking up to the three men standing over him as he kept gyrating into the hole he was enjoying Belgut hungrily licked his lips and sped up, the ogre's massive hips becoming a blur as he slammed himself into the boy under him.

"Me gonna cum!" Belgut announced after several moments. "ME GONNA CUM!"

"Pull out then Belly!" Ronan commanded quickly. "Join us in showering the boy in our juices!"

Climbing to his feet with a pained grunt Belgut joined the other four men in the room in forming a jerk circle around the panting and moaning boy on the floor by their feet. For several silent minutes the foursome continued to stroke, the only sounds in the room being the wet slick-slick sounds of their hands gliding over their hard, throbbing members.

But finally, and with a near roar Darga spilled his essence, the orc's thick, dark yellow seed, splattering across Edgar's naked form as Ronan, Belgut, Owen all joined in moments late. The four pleased groans growls and groans followed by a much softer moan as Edgar, unable to hold back any longer and soaked in seed, arched his back off of the floor and climaxed with a soul pleasing cry of passion.

In the moments that followed the five simultaneous orgasms in the room no one said a word. The sounds of heavy panting and low chuckling ringing out as the men shared pleased looks with one another. But then with a huff Belgut strode forward and grabbed Darga by the wrist, pulling the green skinned man over to him with a wet slap as their bodies collided.

"Me fuck you now." He announced as he flung the orc over onto the bed, ass up in the air as he landed face first onto the soft piece of furniture. "Then me do Ronan and Owen, then boy again!"

Bewildered as Belgut got behind Darga to have sex yet again Owen comically peered over to Ronan in disbelief. "He cannot be serious." He said pointing over to the bed. "We just finished!"

"As I said we finished the first round Sir Blacksmith." Ronan reminded. "Ogre's can go for quite a time. Belly's record is a baker's dozen."

"By the gods." Owen cursed. It was hard to imagine anyone or thing having that amount of energy. Yet as he watched Belgut jam his already re-hardened cock into his growling and cursing companion the blacksmith had to believe it. "W-What shall we do Master Dwarf while your friends… enjoy themselves?"

"We shall rest up for out next go." Roan simply said. "And maybe we'll also discuss your work at the forge. You see I am a business man by trade. Tis the reason why we're traveling to Doveport. Making arrangments for a shipment coming in from a incoming boat."

Dropping into a squat as he listened to Ronan, Owen grabbed his son by the arm and pulled the boy into a sitting position, checking on him as he did. "The port town?" He asked. "That's still quite a ways away."

"Aye I know." Ronan agreed. "But back to your forge Owen Higgins. If yuir taking commissions then I think I may have job for you."

Presented with that sort of offer Owen's eyes widened. Not only was he getting a night of wild sex from the odd trio he had met in the tavern but now he was also getting some business too. "Alright, Ronan…" He said. "What is it I can do for you?"

Grinning at the eagerness in Owen's voice Ronan began to tell him of the order he wanted to place, his words coming quick and easy as the sounds of Belgut having his way with a snarling Darga sounded off in the background. Truly he was glad they had found Falkirk. For it was there that he found not only warmth and food, but a new friend whom he would treasure for a long time to come.

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Several days later…

"Now yuir sure you'll be able to get those nails done by the time we return?" A cloaked and bundled up Ronan asked as he and his companions stood outside Falkirk's one and only forge. "If not than I'll have tae make plans for someone else to pick them up."

Sparing the smaller man a grin Owen shook his head at the idea. "No need to worry Master Dwarf." He assured. "Me and my son will work none stop to fill out that order you wanted." Turning to Darga the blacksmith winked. "I'll have yours done too Master Orc."

"See that you do human." Darga said gruffly, though one could plainly see by the gleam in his eyes that the warrior was merely teasing. "I expect the sword I commissioned from you to be of your best quality too. Something worthy of wielding the next time I go to battle."

"Last time you went to "battle" it was to slay a rabbit for our nightly stew you old fool." Ronan said with smart look. "And as I recall you ended up getting trumped by the wee little thing so badly you threw a right hissy fit that entire night."

Giving a growl Darga lightly slapped his dwarven friend upside his hairy head. "Shut it dwarf!" He snapped. "I am not in the mood for your mockery."

"And I'm not in the mood to be manhandled by a dullard like you!" Ronan fired back as he rubbed his sore head. "Yuir just lucky I don't have the time tae whoop yuir ass, what with us about to leave and all."

A whimper coming out of him as soon as Ronan restated their purpose that morning a sorrowful Belgut stared down at Owen's son who was giving him a similar look. The pair being the youngest of their respective groups had grown very close in the few days the trio of travelers had come to town.

"Me gonna miss boy." Belgut sighed. "Him good fuck."

Blushing Edgar dropped his eyes down to his feet, glad that no one had been around to hear that last statement. "I'll miss you too Belly." He said. "But, I'm sure we'll see each other again."

"Aye that we will boys." Ronan confirmed. Going up to his friend the dwarf patted his stomach. "And on our return trip we'll be sure to stay a tad longer. Enough time to truly see…" Pausing for a moment the bearded man caught Owen's eyes. "…the sights." He finished.

This promise excited Belgut who leaned down to look into Ronan's eyes. "You sure we gonna come back?"

"Were you not listening you big lummox? Of course we will return!" Darga rudely cut in as he turned and stalked away. "Now come, we have other things to do and I am sick of waiting!"

Rolling his eyes Ronan smiled fondly at his big bad orcan companion. He could tell in an instant that Darga was trying to cut their farewells short to save himself some sadness. "Yes, let's get going." He agreed as he too began to walk off, Belgut following close behind. "Thank you again boys for all the fun. We'll be sure to remember it."

"Around the fire when you camp for the night no doubt." Owen called out as the trio walked off down the street.

Giving the other man a sly grin over his shoulder Ronan chuckled. "Damn right Blacksmith!" He shouted back. "Narry a better way to spend the evening than with pleasant memories of good friends and a tight grip around your hilt!"

Shaking his head as the three men rounded a corner and disappeared from sight Owen peered down to his son and tilted his head to their forge. "Hurry apprentice." He said in a no nonsense sort of way. "We have work to do if we're to finish that order Ronan gave us."

"Yes sir." Edgar nodded. "B-But could we… afterwards…?"

Placing his arm around his son as he led them into the forge Owen chuckled fondly. "Aye boy I'll fuck your chubby ass afterwards." He confirmed, his hand sliding down to goose a nice doughy asscheek. "We've yet to truly test the sexual knowledge you accrued from out three friends after all."

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