Nihara makes for a good whore

Business picks up steadily as the moon rises. As the guests and customers file in, you see Nihara's contempt for them and her position in this is well placed. All of them wretches and scum most foul, spending their ill-gotten gains on moments of companionship they are either incapable or unwilling of gaining through normal social interactions. Normally, you would be counted among this lot of rabbles, which would be fair. You have no compunction against fighting, stealing and even killing, in order to survive. Your performance in the arena is public testimony to that. These men are, in all likely, similarly here due to the cruelty of the hand of fate, same as you, so why do you feel tense and sickened by their presence? The answer becomes readily evident as you watch the first john enter Nihara's room.

Their actions affect you, and someone you care deeply about. That's new for you. Your clan was wiped out by human soldiers when you are infant, no memory of your real family. Someone had enough mercy to not kill an innocent child, and you were taken to an orphanage. They possessed neither the patience or the inclination to care for you, and you were quickly out on the streets, doing whatever series of injustices it took to reach the next day. It was only through a solitary life that you were able to find any amount of peace, until brigands overpowered you and pawned you to the **** trade, and brought to this city to fight and die. It is not lost on you that you have a chance at a fresh start, a new life, but it's going to require you to fight a lot of old habits and violent tendencies. The place to start? For now, it's not thrashing anyone and everyone who so much as looks at Nihara the wrong way.

Reticently, you make your presence known but do not outwardly provoke trouble, loitering in the lobby and stalking the narrow hallways, keeping eyes and ears out for trouble. The mood is more sullen and slightly hostile for your presence. Attitudes towards Orcs aren't great in the best of social circles, and this is far from that. That you are in a power of authority over these men, able to stop them, **** them to leave, and even beat them, at the permission of the whorehouses' madame, is contemptible, but not so much so that anyone leaves at the sight of you. Dispositions change rapidly as each john meets their preferred woman, and carries through to the moment they leave.

Some of the men have just enough sense to recognize who you are, or so you think from their facial reactions. With that, none are foolish to outright challenge you to a fight, or to cause trouble with the ladies. The lack of trouble keeps you out of work, which makes the night drag on. Most of the heavy traffic is over, and you stroll the halls again, keeping your eyes and ears open. As you pass Nihara's room, you see that the door has been left cracked open. Morbid curiosity takes over, and you slowly push it open, just enough to peak into the events. Nihara was riding her customer in reverse, looking towards the door while the john saw only the ceiling or shapely, scarred back and round ass. Thankfully, she doesn't have to see him at all, but was giving a decent effort. Your sense of daring grows, as well as your arousal. You push the door open fully, as slowly and quietly as you can. Her reaction is fearfully surprised, but shifts quickly to fellow arousal and a mischievous smile. She lifts one hand up and motions up and down rhythmically, which you immediately understand. You free your huge orc cock from it's textile prison, making slow and long strokes, in no hurry to get off. Your lover on the other hand has a different schedule in mind, quickening her pace with her john, encouraging him to an early release. She works subtly at first so as to reduce suspicion. None the wiser, her customer reacts in kind, moaning louder and quickening his pace as well.

"Oooh, ya, just like that." She moans out loudly for you both "I want all of that big cock. Fuck me harder, let me have it." The poor slob, having been played a fool, acted just as asked, fucking faster and expediting his own orgasm. She stays still for a few moments after he cums, rolling her eyes at him in dissatisfaction. She gets off of her john promptly and gracelessly, going out into the hallways where you are. She cups your face in her hands and stands on her toes to give you a long, tongueless kiss.

"What's that for?" you ask with a smile

"For being you. For not being them. For being mine."

"Does that mean -?"

Your lover stops your questioning there "Don't. Not after what I just did. I'm done. Cashing out for the night. Whatever that travesty earned should be enough for us to find a way out of this city, or at least take care of us for a few days to figure our next plan out."

"I can work with that." You reply nodding and desperately trying to shove your cock back in. You still want her, desperately, but this isn't the time or place for that. "What's the next step than"

Nihara let out exacerbated sigh "This has been the most exhausting, trying day of my life. I want a soft bed, I want you in it with me, and I want to sleep until new years..."

"I can help with that, actually" Krasgna interjected as she walked towards you both, holding a large coin purse in hand. She gives it to you for safe keeping "A good night's work, on both your parts. I would wish you both could stay, but it's better that you don't. You both deserve better. Go to the Yawning Bear, and speak to the owner, he comes from the same clutch as I do. Mention me and he'll make sure you're taken care of."

You do as Krasgna suggests, and as she said, you are provided a very comfortable bed with the family discount. Your slumber is blissful.

What happens when you awaken is another matter...