Birthday part two

The rounds keep coming and soon I'm feeling the buzz and I can tell I'm not the only one, Flint to his boasts does seem to be handling his booze well. I still knew he would be no match for Quinara, she would typically drink multiple for each drink I had and still handle it better than me and here she had the exact same amount of drink as we had. Jasper skulls the rest of his pint and slams down the mug, "so is it true about orc women having a little something extra downstairs?" He asks me, "what?" I reply dumbfounded, "dick, man does she have a dick" Flint elaborates, I had never heard of that rumour before, however my knowledge of orcs prior to Quinara was just scary stories. "No why would she?" I answer, they look at me like I have two heads, "it's just what we heard, you know about how their women are more hung than the men. Come on you're an orc hunter and you haven't heard that" Jasper says like this is common knowledge he nudges Quinara "so is there no truth to the rumour? Or are you just a freak?" He asks her, Quinara doesn't even flinch at his words "there's some truth but it's overblown, it's extremely rare my former clan hadn't had one in twelve generations" she explains, much to the delight of Jasper and Flint. "I suppose that makes sense, Huck here probably wouldn't be banging you if you were packing" Flint jokes, I do take a second to consider if it would make a difference and while it probably would have been a shock, I loved Quinara and I don't think anything could change that. The only thing that would probably change is how well I'd be walking the following morning after sleeping with her.

"So what's it like fucking an orc? Compared to real sex" Jasper asks, I grit my teeth at the insinuation that what me and Quinara had wasn't real. Thinking on however it dawns on me I actually had no frame of reference as Quinara had been my only lover, "it's better" I say confidently they didn't need to know about my inexperience. I see Quinara smirk for half a second before returning to her neutral more passive facade, "really now, you might have to let me try her" he replies openly leering at my wife. I was about to lose it my hand curls into a fist but before I can lift it and swing at him Quinara subtly places her arm over mine, I don't know how she was able to be this calm and collected right now. "I don't think I could ever fuck an orc, too monstrous for me" Flint continues the conversation, somehow I don't know what was making my blood boil more the guy who wanted to fuck my wife or the one who wouldn't. Lucian had tried to stay out of it, the nervous young man clearly uncomfortable with this conversation, however his companions wouldn't let that slide. "Come on big man you fuck that thing or not" Flint says, how my wife maintains her poker face is beyond me, Lucian panicks his eyes avoiding Quinara's gaze, "um I... No I don't... Um" he stammers. Jasper and Flint have a laugh at his fluster but in Lucian I saw who I used to be, taught that orcs are mindless monsters yet trying to grapple with burgeoning attraction to one. "Leave him be" I snap my fingers "get us another round something stronger" I command Quinara "yes master" she says getting up; my promise of more alcohol successfully changing the subject, I see a glimmer of recognition in Lucians eyes he was sharp enough to see an act of kindness.

Eventually the conversation does move away from just my wife and almost becomes enjoyable. "Wait wait you were raised by a bookkeeper?" Flint says in disbelief, "yeah if I'd followed his path I'd be counting coins right now." I take a sip from my pint "you fight like you've been trained for it your whole life" Lucian says, I swell with pride at having such praise. "I had a good teacher... and having a good sparring partner helps too" of course they were the same person but present company didn't know that, I catch Quinara lips curve into a smile for just a second before returning to her neutral face. Quinara's poker face was good but she wasn't immune to cracking with the right catalyst, and it was reassuring that her breaking point is me being sweet rather than everything Flint and Jasper had said both too and about her.

The tavern had completely cleared out at this point it was just us and the bartender, I can see him washing mugs "hey Barkeep put a bottle of whiskey on the counter and head up we're gonna keep drinking" I say seeing as he couldn't stay up all night serving us and no doubt didn't want to. "Sure just don't get too loud, people are trying to sleep" he warns us, "of course have a good night" I reply before gesturing to Quinara, reading my gesture she goes to the bar and pays up for the whiskey. The barkeep takes the coin and heads upstairs, Quinara and I watch him with baited breath me from our table and Quinara from the bar, once he was gone it would be time for our plan to get into action we were all drunk but not to the point of ruin, the tavern now had no one to step in. It was time and we both knew it.