Chapter 3: Party Aftermath and Lord's Summon

~~~Wintertown~~~

~~~Random Shack~~~

~~~MC's POV~~~

A good company was what I had intended to have after tagging along with the old man.

Because while I'm capable of going anywhere, those kinds of people can be rarely found.

Especially so, in a chaotic world where anyone can be wronged or die at any moment.

A bleak world that blurs the line between friends and foes-- none truly knows who to trust.

Meh, only I know that it was just an excuse because I don't like being lonely. Not used to it.

But, all's well ends well. A silver lining presented itself when I found what I was looking for.

Well, at the very least, the other kind of company that I'd also want and could do with...

"Mhnn, well, ladies? I hope you all had a pleasant and stress-relieving night."

And some good company they were, and still are, as I comfortably lay surrounded by them.

Skin to skin, against each other's nakedness, on a wide fancy bed and fluffy pillows I made.

"Mhmm, such vigor. I didn't expect you could take all five of us, Lord Theoden."

"Not a Lord, my dear-- but yes, you've greatly underestimated me."

"Aye! Such a splendidly satisfying work-- far more than what I had expected-- hmnchuu!"

It was quite the assortment of colors I have here. From ginger to brunette, to red and black.

From shapely slim, compact, and muscly type, to bodaciously plump, tight, and springy ones.

"Hmnfuu, looks like someone's haven't had enough from last night-- oh, careful."

"Mhmm, you'd be right if I wasn't the only one thirsting for more Lord Theo-- mhnnchu!"

There's Idella, the most aggressive, black-haired momma, who I'm making out with right now.

Scratch that, she just mounted on top of me, grinding against the object of my newest pride.

"Let's wake them up, shall we, My Lord-- ahnn!"

The oldest, with all the plumpiness in all the right places and maturity among-- well the five.

"Gods, this early?"

"Why, you wench-- you just had to make my arse even redder!"

Then there's Olga, a thick, tall, stern-faced, auburn-haired woman, who has just woken up.

"Ugh, you've just proven that the older the woman is, the thirstier they are."

She had just slapped Idella's plumpy ass before pushing her tumbling back to my right side.

Who, in turn, feigned an aggrieved expression while teasingly raising her red-shiny cheek.

"Hmm, anyhow, mornin' Lord Theo-- oh, and let me help you with that."

And without any further ado, flipped the blanket on and dug her face into my bare crotch.

Bobbing her head, slurping with much gusto-- goodness, she's thirstier than Idella was.

"Oh, yes, Olga-- mhnn."

I could only moan, my hips repeatedly bucked as Olga dove my pride deeper and deeper.

"Fhmnn, Lord Theo, my mouth can't help but feel needy. So-- mnchuu!"

Probably feeling left out, or turned on by the sight, Idella snatched my lips for her own.

"Seems like you've started without the rest of us-- hmnn."

It was when another sound came from my left, nuzzling on my neck and down to my chest.

"Hmnchuu-- well, hello, Beth."

"And a good mornin' to you too Lord Theo-- hmnchu!"

Beth was the same age as Melty, probably about in her late twenties. The brunette beauty.

And like the rest of them, she was tall, with a slightly slim yet shapely body-- and a squealer.

"Looks like Melty and Diane are still too tired from last night.", she said. "Poor girls."

Seriously, I must have gotten over myself as I recalled how hard I was on them last night.

"Mhmm, they were the last ones to fall last night-- after this beast here made us pass out."

"And where's-- oh, looks like Olga's already cleaning up his cock."

Amidst Idella and Beth's exchange, Olga's movements suddenly got much faster than it was.

As if right on cue, the already built-up pressure in my loins burst-- oh, dear! Should be a lot.

"As thick as last night.", said Olga, still slurping. "You never really ran out, did you-- mnchuu."

"Oh, Olga. Given last night's madness, did I ever stop screwing all of you to insanity? No..."

----

I do admit that I had gotten myself quite attached to them. Just attached, nothing serious.

But still, I'll be damned not to have and feel those warmth and sensual bodies of them again.

Unfortunately for me though, all good things must come to an end-- for the moment, that is.

It was when a sudden bang on the door roused us up, along with Old Will's shouting for me.

Gods, old man! Such a killjoy that I had to leave the ladies in the bath, playing on their own...

"I meant what I said, alright? No need to look like you're about to commit bloody murder."

"You better be, lad.", said old Will gruffly. "Or I'd carve you up as I did with those orcs."

"Ah, but remind me again who it was so close to dying if it weren't for me? Hmm?"

Truth be told, as soon as I opened the door for him, he was so close to unsheathing his knife.

And while I thought how I offended the old man, my eyes darted back to his naked daughter.

It was only after a few concessions from me that I was able to begrudgingly pacify him.

"Oh, fuck off!", scowling, he protested. "No need to rub salt in my wounds."

"You started it, old man. I was just reminding you on how exactly things went."

Ending my nonchalant response with an infuriating smirk, his scowl further intensified.

"Seriously lad, she and Millie are the only ones I've got left. And Melty, she--"

"Like I said, old man, you have my word. And my word is my bond."

Though my tone may appear unconvincing, I do intend to uphold it and take responsibility.

I just can't disregard a woman after using-- or playing with her body. That's not my style.

Even if I don't intend to get serious with them, I'll just care for them and keep them close.

"Hahahaha, that's good-- nah, I was just messing with you, she's a grown woman."

Right? She already has a kid, surely the woman can make her own decisions for herself.

"I know-- anyhow, on to the more pressing matter. What's this me being summoned?"

"Aye, it's about those orcs.", he replied. "Though doubtful, Lord Stark was concerned."

Apparently, after asking an audience, old Will reported the events of the previous hunt.

More specifically, about the monstrosities he had encountered and being saved by me.

"Doubtful? You did bring the heads with you at court as evidence, right?"

"Of course I did.", appearing insulted, he protested. "I'm old, still not senile and dumb."

"So-- ah, yes. Their heads looked like just regular pigs even with the oversized tusks."

"Also, were you not kidding about that?", somberly, he added. "That there are more of them?"

"I'm not sure, old man. But those three appearing yesterday's got to mean something."

Honestly, I don't even know how they appeared here. I know it was the Goddess's doing.

But how exactly? Did she just create it out of thin air? Teleported from a fantasy world?

"Then let's just pray that they're not everywhere.", he said. "That would be disastrous..."