A Personal Mission

You awoke feeling in a stark contrast to your environment detached from the seeming utopian world around you. It was as if fate conspired for the women of your life to all be trying to entice you at once in a time when you seemed hazily immune to it. Clodagh was never one to fully embrace clothing, but as she frequently did, she spent her turn of preparing the morning meal in the nude, her heavy boobs on full display through the window for any passerby, and her plump butt in proud view for you whenever she was bent over. Lita was in her comfortable chair reading, and although not nude like Clodagh, her morning attire and her posture allowed you to savor her sumptuous frame. By now, Trevolia had found a clever way of using her magic to create an artificial storm in a closed off corner, allowing her to be even more clean as she had as a princess. Dressed only in a simple and small robe, she likewise left most of her body on display, with a rousing fragrance filling your nose. Joan had left her room after you, and embraced you from behind; though you couldn't see her, you were sure she was likewise beautiful and scantily clad. The whole moment was equal parts mundane and utopian. To have any of these women in your life would be a blessing, to have all four would seem impossible. This made the vacant feeling inside even more noteworthy, and evident to others.

"Silve, are you alright?" Trevolia asked, bringing the attention of Clodagh and Lita "Everyone around you is naked or nearly there, and you're drooping like a wallflower?"

"Ya, I feel normal" You replied, hoping to get the attention off of you "Just, something on my mind"

"You being so deep in thought you can't get it up isn't normal at all" She said as she walked over to you, with the others trailing behind "You sure you're okay?"

"Ya, I'm fine" You tried to blow it off again with deflection "putting the pressure on isn't going to help, you know"

"Sorry" Trevolia said, as they create some extra space "Just wanted to be sure. If it's a side effect from the spell, than we need to know that before we use it on Denethil's Ring. Would hate to put that thing on you and we find out you're now hopelessly limp without it."

"I don't think that's what's going on, but that's a good thing to think about. Really though, I'm alright."

"Okay, if you say so." Although Trevolia was content and let things drop, Joan was a different, as normal.

"What's got your mind in such a buzz?" She asked as you sat at the table for a strong tea.

"Just, something from last night. Talking with Trevolia has me thinking about the future. We've been flying by the seat of our pants this whole time, and it's been giving cause to think. We need a plan, something for all of us."

Lita spoke up uncharacteristically "that would work alot better if we were all included in the planning."

"I know." You said with a smile "and I don't want to make any decisions without you. I just need to get an outside perspective."

"Outside perspective?" Trevolia asked "Okay, really, what's going on? Since when has that been something you've sought out?"

"Since I've got so much I care about that I don't want to lose." Your response was calm and tender. "Nothing about this is normal, and you are all incredible women, that I'm honored to fight besides, and blessed to know intimately. I would be a fool to rush and mess things up, so getting some valuable input would be useful"

"Hasn't stopped you before, you know." Joan quipped "The foolish behavior. Three of us wouldn't know you and none of us would be here if you showed some discretion."

The reminders of your past failures was proving a nuisance, one you tried to move away from as fast as possible "Ya I get it. I know who I was. Gods, I was there when it all happened. But I'm trying to do better. This is a good thing, isn't it?"

"Of course it is hun" Trevolia said as she gave you a kiss on your cheek "and sorry if it feels like you're being ganged up on. Just, comes with the territory I guess, and we'll work on it on our end, okay?"

"Sure thing" You nod as you stood up, your tea finished. "I love you all, and I'll be back soon."

You made your way to your final destination, Denethil's jewelry shop. Although the destination wouldn't bring up any suspicion, had they asked, you were still **** to bring up your true intention. No man wants the proposal empty handed, and even more strange given the plan.

"Ahh Silve, my most endowed and adventurous client." The dwarf was leaning back, his feet propped up on a small table. "How may a simple tradesman like me help a noble adventurer like you on this august morning?"

"I need help with a ring Denethil" Your urgent tone went over his head, or perhaps he didn't care.

"Well I know, Silve. I'm already making a ring for you" His eyes squinted for a second "did you suffer a blow to your head, lad?"

"This is different. I need a special ring. Five of them, really."

"My boy," Denethil had a slight chuckle at your expense "I'm making a magical ring to go around your cock so you can fuck until your heart gives out. I don't know how much more special you need."

"I need wedding rings. Five of them" Your statement was quick and direct, cutting away any possible chance to understand it as a simple jest. Denethil had a small coughing fit as he started to sit up, immediately taken the conversation more seriously.

"Five Wedding Rings? Silve, you live a charmed life, but perhaps you"

You quickly cut him off, just to make it absolutely clear "One for me, and one each for Trevolia, Joan, Clodagh, and Lita, and I want them all to match"

"Silve, my exacting customer, I'm a dwarf, not a machine. I create bespoke works of art in diminutive scale. I have never produced identical items at scale. What you're asking for is going to take a lot of time, and more money than I know you have."

"Let me worry about paying for it. How fast would you be able to do it?"

"Wedding rings are things you don't rush, boy" Denethil stood up, finding it necessary to make himself clear. His position of protest made him seem a giant among his kin "Whatever you want to make, I'll be able to do, enough to make your princess happy to be sure. That begs the question. You just might be the largest fool I've met. You really think that just because they're good sharing you in bed that they'll say yes to this? That they'll not only want to marry you, but each other?"

"Absolutely. After everything we've been through, after everything we've done together and want for the future, I have no doubts."

Denethil made deep, long strokes of his beard as he mulled things over. You were slightly surprised that one such as him would have so much to decide. He shoved his hands in his pockets before he spoke.

"Listen Orc. I want you all to be happy, truly. At the end of the day, I have to watch out for my own prospects, and my own soul."

"I'm sorry?" You asked "This is about making rings, how do souls come into play?"

The ringmaker pointed above the back door to his shop, where a blessed symbol of Hjanda, the Goddess of Dwarves was affixed "This isn't just about making rings mate. You're asking me to stand at the end of my days before Mastro and the Fourth Sister and explain how and why I helped this heretical union. This isn't how families are made. One male, four women, with never a chance of a child with any of them."

You leaned forward, hands on the counter "Denethil, Hjanda's rules for families said nothing about making children. We are already a family, and will continue to be a family whether you help me or not. All I'm asking you to do is to provide a means for us to show our commitment to each other."

"Well spoken boy" Denethil sat down again "I see why you're the bard. I've got the material I need in my shop to whip up what you need. I won't start work until you pay up front, in full, but if you do, I promise you, none of you will have ever seen the likes of what I make before, or will yet again on any other hand."

"In full?" You asked, feeling almost offended

"Yes, in full. Five rings, for five remarkable people, known the region over for their telltale ability to scurry off? Absolutely. I like you, and them. Especially Clodagh, but this isn't a charity service. Bring me the coin, and I'll clear my table of all the other work."