A drunken time

They found the windmill with no issue, and they were fortunate that the bandit was still inside. He was thrown off guard that the ones pursuing him was two curvy women and a goblin.

This didn't stop him from brandishing a sword and going to attack them. Fighting the bandit was a breeze as compared to Harrick, he had no real discernible fighting qualities, and Garz incapacitated him easily.

They interrogated him with intimidation by Garz to find his loot, and it was around fifty gold hidden under a floorboard. After which, they handed him to the guard, with some reluctance on Garz's part. When asked about his loot by the guard, Garz spoke up and told them there wasn't any, that he had spent it all already.

"Garz? Why did you tell them there wasn't any loot?" Astrid quizzed him.

"Come on, Astrid." It's more for the savings, and to have a bit more drink. We deserve it." He tried to persuade her. It seemed to work, as she soon agreed with his decision.

*

They chose not to buy a room for tonight, as they had already set up camp, but would possibly spend it on a fancy one in the next town.

All three went to the local tavern to get ready to have fun drinking, with some convincing to Nessa. The patrons had an uneasy look at Garz, but soon became more preoccupied with their own drinks instead, barely giving him a second thought.

The ale came in fast, with them gulping one tankard after another. The evening wound on, with all of them getting a nice buzz going. It had been some time since Garz had consumed any alcohol, and ale was one of his favourites.

Some of the humans in the tavern were trying to vie for Astrid and Nessa's attention, but luckily for Garz, they waved them off.

The bar wench set another round of drinks on their table, a woman to be in her late thirties by the look of her of her.

"That's a lovely outfit you're wearing miss." Said the wench to Nessa.

"Oh, thank you." She said, and gestured to her clothing. "I made it all myself."

"Wow! You're very talented, miss." The wench complimented her again, both women exchanging pleasantries before the wench away to carry on with her job.

"You make your own clothes, Nessa?" Asked Garz.

She beamed a smile, feeling right at home with talking about this subject. She then went on about how she makes a majority of her own clothes, and had a passion for it. She even made all the dresses and gowns that Astrid owns. In fact, clothing was to be one of the products they would like to sell if they set up their own business.

"It's funny, I wouldn't have guessed you to be seamstress." Said Garz.

The tankard clattered against the wooden table as Astrid slammed hers down with a giggle, her cheeks flushed from the ale. She leaned heavily against Nessa, her words slurring slightly.

"Y'know what's funny? Ness makes her own lingerie!" Astrid revealed.

Nessa's face burned crimson as she nearly choked on her drink.

"Astrid!" She hissed, swatting her friend's arm and looming embarrassed.

Garz's ears perked up, his grin widening.

"Oh-ho! Bet it's prettier than those garments you were eyeing earlier." Said Garz.

Nessa buried her face in her hands, her elbows knocking against the sticky tavern table.

"It's--it's just functional." She mumbled through her hands, peeking at Garz between her fingers.

"Functional? Ness, you stitched little roses into the--."

Nessa scrambled up to clamp a hand over Astrid's mouth. Astrid's muffled protests turned into drunken giggles against Nessa's palm, her breath warm and ale-scented. Garz leaned forward, elbows on the table, eager to hear more.

"Roses, eh?" He teased, his brown eyes glinting in with mischief. Nessa whined, finally releasing Astrid, who gasped dramatically for air before dissolving into a fit of laughter.

"I wouldn't mind seeing them, would you model for me?" Garz asked boldly.

Nessa's face burned hotter than forge-coals as Garz's words sank in. Her eyes were wide with embarrassment...and something more.

"Garz!" She sputtered. "That's!-I mean-If you want-."

"I shouldn't drink too much!" Astrid slurred, poking Nessa's shoulder with a clumsy finger. "I can get a little bit naughty, if you know what I mean." Her grin turned wolfish as she peeked at Garz.

It would seem alcohol brought a more smutty and possibly vulgar side out of Astrid. Garz gave her more ale, which she gladly drank. The booze was starting to hit him a little more now, but maybe not as hard as Astrid.

The night carried on, surprisingly with dancing and talking to strangers. The patrons were starting to like the presence of Garz. Nessa had gone to pass water, she was slightly drunk when she waddled off, leaving Astrid and Garz in a secluded corner.

"I think we need to talk about last night." She spoke in a small slur.

"What about last night?" Garz questioned.

"About me seeing your big dick, then me stroking it." She said bluntly.

"Oh...that." He said. "What exactly about it?"

"Well...have you ever fucked a woman with it, like a human one." She leaned in to hear his answer.

"No." Garz almost choked on his ale. "I've only ever had sex with goblins."

Astrid blinked slowly, her drunken gaze lingering on him as she processed his words.

Only with Goblins, huh?" She murmured, her fingers tracing idle circles on the table. "Bet they couldn't take all of you."

It was true, the female goblins that Garz had sex with were unable to take his full seven inches, as the average goblin had dicks with four inches in length.

"I think a human would be able to take it all." She whispered, her eyes focused on Garz. He felt her foot against his crotch under the table, rubbing at it, making it hard with a determined touch. His erection was pressed at the fabric of his pants, as Astrid's foot stroked it with intent, her toes tracing the outline of his bulge.

"You know?" She whispered. "I masturbated to this cock last night."

"Did you now?" Garz said confidently, doing his best to stifle a groan from her touch.

"Yeah. I never thought I would ever masturbate to a goblin cock, but it looked so big! I couldn't resist touching myself."

The tension between them was palpable, and Garz could see the want in her eyes, she wasn't just curious about him, she was fervid.

Garz smiled to himself, thinking that it was going to be easier to seduce her than he first thought.

That was when Nessa came back into view, as she stumbled slightly and weaved around tables to find her companions again.

"I think we should call it a night, before Nessa winds up in a ditch or something." Astrid giggled.