Whiskey tasting, bed making

Once clean I head out of the washroom allowing Quinara to enter, I dress into my sleepwear and lie back on my bed. As I relax onto the bed I think about how this might be the happiest I had ever been despite everything, tomorrow could be my last day alive, there's a considerable amount of people who are motivated to kill me, either for financial benefits or loyalty to lord Baxter. Yet that didn't matter because right now I was lying on a comfy bed, waiting for an incredible woman, a woman who reciprocated my feelings towards her.

After a while Quinara joins me stepping out of the steamy washroom drying her thick hair with a towel; she is otherwise naked fully exposing herself to me, gods life was good. "See something you like?" Quinara teases, I certainly did. "You're stunning" I say drinking in her naked form her statuesque body a treat for my eyes, "I know" she say with a cocky smirk before directing my eyes to her cunt, gone was the mass of unkempt bush above her sex "and I'm a considerate partner... Gods it's been a while since I needed to do that" she states clearly having had a dry spell.

Now that she had shown off her shaved downstairs, she dresses into her sleepwear, her top filled to the point it looked fit to burst. Quinara notices my gaze on her chest, "human designers" she laments "they don't really make clothes orc sized" she states explaining why so many of her undershirts where so tight on her chest. "Well I'm not complaining" I say honestly, "well I am, if you were big enough to have any clothes be tight runt you'd understand" she jokes back.

Once dressed she picks up the whiskey I had bought her and, using her teeth, uncorks the bottle; spitting the cork into a mop bucket in the corner of the room. I watch her take a big swig of the ****, "oh fuck that's good" she says, my heart soars hearing that my money was well spent, she then hands me the bottle "try that runt". I had never tried whiskey before but seeing as how Quinara liked it had to be good, only after taking a hearty swig myself do I realise how wrong I was. The whiskey burns a trail of fire down my throat causing me to cough and splutter, much to Quinara's amusement as she giggles at my reaction taking the bottle from me to ensure I don't spill any of the precious liquor. "Gods how can you drink that? It was like I was swallowing lava" I say still recovering, Quinara shrugs "guess it's a refined taste" she says bringing the bottle to her lips savouring the taste of the fiery fluid.

"So runt tell me did you ever think your life would turn out like this? " Quinara asks before grabbing her bed. SHRKKK!!!! The scraping sound of her dragging her heavy bed fills the room, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" I shout over the noise, Quinara pauses her dragging to answer me "putting our beds together, there's no way we're both fitting on one bed". the noise resumes as she pulls her bed next to mine, before switching sides and pushing it flush against my bed.