Drawing straws

"I mean, Rick says the witch has never approached the farm," Dukash reasons. "Why would she choose tonight?"

It has been about two hours since your talk with Cara. You have spent the time practicing your healing magic by mending a few of the family's cuts and bruises. They seem to appreciate the help as well as enjoy the novelty you provide. However, with night upon you and the rest of the house heading to bed, the three of you are discussing whether to set a night watch

"Because this is the first night an armed party came looking for her," Thror replies. "We can't take the chance she'll ignore the threat we pose. We can split the watch between the two of us."

"Three of us," you correct, stepping between the brothers. You still feel bad about chickening out in the forest. You have to prove to Thror you are a real member of this group! "I am perfectly capable of handling a watch!"

Thror seems to mull the idea over before acquiescing. "Fine, three watches. Just remember that you SHOULD NOT engage her. You are our healer and your value is in support. We don't want you getting yourself hurt." After you give him a nod, he turns around and steps outside. When he returns, he has three blades of grass gripped in his fist. "Shortest goes first, longest goes last."

Dukash goes first, plucking the grass from his brother's hand and earning himself the long straw. You go next, getting the medium straw for yourself.

"Alright, so Thror, Rosa, then me!" Dukash exclaims, clapping his hands together. "Sounds perfect! Now, if you don't mind, I've been waiting to go to sleep all day!"

"Yeah, yeah! Rosa, I'll wake you up at midnight, alright?"

"Yep, earlier if you get tired!" You chirp, though you are sure he would never. Thror manages a slight smile at your suggestion before heading outside for his watch. As you watch him go, you realize that you and Dukash will have the entire room to yourselves...

Your lover seems to realize this as well, getting handsy even before you reach the guest bedroom. His huge paws slide up your leg and under your dress, squeezing your bare ass, giving you a skip in your step as you enter the room. Kicking the door closed, he pulls you into a deep kiss. You moan into his mouth, trying your best to lose yourself in his arms. His hands are still on your butt, kneading and massaging the juicy cheeks. However, as much as you want to, you cannot push the fear and stress out of your head. Even as Dukash's tongue slips past your lips you can't stop thinking about the chanting, or the voice, or that damn rabbit!

The half-orc seems to notice your lack of enthusiasm, pulling back in confusion. "Is something wrong, Rosa?"

"Sorry, sorry, it's not you I swear," you apologize, blushing with embarrassment. "It's just been a really stressful day. I'm just... really scared, that's all. I just feel like the witch is watching over my shoulder, y'know?"