Alto Wine

You choose a bottle of alto wine for tonight. The next morning you wake up in bed with two orc women and a throbbing ache in your empty balls. One of them stirs, putting one arm around you and using the other to rub your bruised orbs. “You fucked like a chieftan last night!” With how sore your body is, you’re not sure how any orc stronghold survives. Still, you’re more than satisfied, and as you leave you hope to see those two again tomorrow night.