In Familiar Dilemnas

You struggled with the dilemma of your own making. You weren't going to keep secrets from the women in your life anymore; the four women you intended to make your wives. You were going to turn a new leaf, and yet there was no way you would be able to accomplish what you've set out to do in your mind without it. Getting the money piecemeal would be infeasible, if not outright impossible. After so many close calls, there's little guarantee you'll all make it that long. Besides, you reckoned, it was normal for men to hide getting rings for their would be spouse. It's just that this time, the means to do so would be unusually perilous. You became more sure of your plan with each step; they might scoff at what you had to do to get them, but would be overshadowed by the appreciation.

As you arrived at the doors of the local Pathfinders Guild, you were quite sure of yourself. You weren't a member, but you were sure you could do some convincing. As you entered the heavy oaken doors, you found a decorated antechamber, before the entrance to the main hall for members. In the antechamber was an Orc lady with a strong frame, acting as the steward. If you had to guess, she was roughly your age. Her dark hair was long and pulled back in an intricate braided fashion, and although she wasn't expected to go into battle anytime soon, she was clearly prepared for it. An experienced fighter, she was as comfortable in her armor as you were in your normal clothes, and a hefty mace was held at her beltline. To business, sat up in her chair behind a heavy, professional desk and greeted you with a small smile.

"Ahhh, Silve, yes? The reputation of you and your friends precedes you, it seems."

"Well, thank you. We're just trying to do our part."

"Aren't we all?" She smiled again, her eyes having drifted briefly down your frame "You may call me Nynah. Now, what brings you about? We've never seen you or the other Runaways in here before."

"Well, that's the thing." Your slow going already showed your confidence may not have been as strong as you thought "I'm here because I could use some help."

"Of course. The Pathfinders are more than willing to help, though I'm curious what problem an accomplished Bard such as yourself is having that can't handle."

"No, it's not that. I'm looking for work, actually." Your eyes darted briefly "I'm trying to keep this on the down low though. I need some serious coin and fast, but without Trevolia and the others knowing about it."

"Well" Dyna rose from her seat, and slowly walked form behind her desk. "In order to maintain the reputation of the Pathfinder Society, we don't outsource our missions or our work to outsiders. I'm sure you understand."

"I do" you nodded, quick to respond and quicker to retort "but I'm sure you understand that this is different. You know who I am, who the Runaways are. We stopped Lord Diamant back in Yokono. Can't you, or someone else, make an exception?"

"Exceptions have been made, yes" She began as she started to sit on top of the desk she had previously sat behind "and you would be the sort the Pathfinders would normally be willing to grant that to. That said, before I agree to that, there's something I must know."

"Sure" You nodded quickly "I don't hide much"

"I need to know what the women in your life see in you," Nynah smiled, which did not put you at ease.

"I'm sorry, I don't follow" Your eyes squinted in confusion "We love each other, all of us, what is there to know?"

"Oh come now" Nynah spread her legs, making a wide invitation and her carnal desires known "You're far too smart to be playing dumb. I need to see how you're able to keep so many women so happy."

"I can't do this" You shook your head and took a small step away "this sort of thing has gotten me in too much trouble already."

"What trouble?" She replied "I won't tell if you won't tell. Just show me what you're working with, please?"

You let out a sigh as you comply with the request, pulling your dick out. As much as you wouldn't like to admit it, you were getting hard.

Nynah moaned at the sight of it, her tongue licked her upper lip "ooooh fuck. It's been so long since I've seen an orc man. I knew there had to be a reason they all flocked to you. You're even bigger than most orcs, I think"

"You know, there's more to this than just my size."

"Oh, I know. There's also how well you use it." Nynah moved her hand to her groin, rubbing the outside enticingly. "Come on Silve. Give it a chance, I promise you won't regret it. Just one little indiscretion, and you can go right back to being a galavanting hero. I here there's a quest to handle some insurgent threats on the frontier. Come back successful, and your cut would be in the hundreds, easily, on top of whatever you found along the way. Do a really good job, and I'll even let you and your little friends all become full Pathfinders. You won't get a better deal than that today, I promise."

You swallowed hard, despite your dry throat. Nynah certainly knew how to drive a hard bargain. This would grant you everything you want and need, and all you'd have to do is bed her. For whatever it would matter, you've never had a fellow orc before now, and there's a minor voice in your mind telling you that you should, at least once. Something about what your ancestors would want. And yet, for all of the gains, you couldn't shake the feeling that this was just repeating all of the bad behavior you swore to your lovers just this morning that you were giving up.

"Why does it always come to this?" You asked out loud. Despite the question being clearly rhetorical, Nynah felt the need to respond.

"Because you're hot, sweet, and you have what any woman who is honest with herself really wants. Now come on, don't make me wait so long I might change my mind..."