"Well, maybe you can knit her a bra. I saw she's well equipped, no need for hiding it her."
Raksha glared at him " You saw her? Better you tell me it was an accident "
"She was drunk and took her clothes off, probably forgetting I brought her to her room. Don't worry, you know I'm not touchy, but I had to cover her or?"
" Oh , okay then" She settled the cards on the table " That's adorable coming from you . " She teased
"Well, I had nothing against company from such a good looking woman. But I will let time work." he said drinking another glass and playing cards
" Maybe she can learn one or two orc manners. And left her breast free... Or maybe is not a good idea... Yo don't want to fight a bunch of horny man for her favor "
"I would. You would like to see that how I fight for ma girl?" he laughed. "After all I always takes care of those orcs who where after you. And humans don't pass here often...."
She smiled " I will see what to do "
The next day Muriel discussed with Raksha in her room the whole morning " I don't know , i will not call too much... Attention? "
"I already told you, is no good for your ribs to do that, and no one will throw shit at you for your body"
" I'm not sure ... "
" You look lovely, little thing ! Come on! We have work! " And Raksha ... She even fucking slapped her ass!.
Muriel came out of the room trying to not cover herself. Her breast bounced , huge with not those bandages around.
Duncan was standing at the fireplace putting wood into the oven and tried to look convinced as possible as he saw Muriel coming, uncovered and with ripped wide pants. "Good morning Sunshine!" he smiled. "Coffee is on the table if you have needs."
" Thank you " she sat and drinked. She didn't remembered the last time she was unbandaged in front of a man. Young males looked with lust, and then regression. Young women even called her a slut. She felt herself tense.
Duncan went over and let his shoulder circle before he sat down. "Don't worry, no one will look strange or lustful at you. If so, the only thing they will eat is my axe." he said. "And Raksha also does this, now worries there." he smiled convincingly
" Thank you ... " She said. " Do orcs care about... Females chests? "
"Well, not if it's the boss girl under his wings." he said serious. "Pawel will take it as normal don't worry. See?" he took off his chest armor and present a huge chest. "Like I said, I can and will protect you. If some fool things he can do something he will think twice."
Muriel felt some confidence filling her " You are right "
"Now, we have some work to do. You know how to bake bread?"
" You bet! " And she fighted with the oven and the flour for a good time. With all the movement her shirt slipped down a lot, and her breast ended powdered with a fine flower layer she didn't even noticed.
Duncan helped her, and soon they had the first few batches of beer ready to ferment. "Your pretty good with your hands. How does it feel letting the girls finally breath?" he joked
Muriel looked down and and saw the messy cleavage with flour " Whoops! " She said and tried to clean herself.
Raksha laughed " I guess having the chest of a fertile goddess has its disadvantages "
Duncan had to laugh loud at that sentence coming from his sister. "Maybe the gods have gave us you so you can continue to make fine drinks and be her in secure and without fear of being showed." he said smiling wide. The tavern wasn't in such a good mood for months after the harsh winter
Muriel felt too too relieved the subject was being taken so lightly" You guys are too god with me "
Pawel came in, with dried boar fur. As he saw Muriel, he blushed short but quickly got his seriousness back. "Hey Hey, look at that. New beer in the making." he clapped Duncan at the shoulder. "Shall Raksha knit you some warm pants with that?"
Duncan went for a wet towel and gave it Muriel. "Not that it gets too sticky." right then, Pawel went through the door, holding a laugh while he showed Raksha the boar fur. "Maybe you could knit her a good blanket with this."
" He actually talks " Muriel bite her tongue instantly " Uh sorry... "
She cleaned herself a little
Pawel looked at her, giving a smirk "Yes, yesterday Duncan wake me up a hour earlier so I wasn't in the talk mood." he says ruffling her hair. Duncan mentioned to him to let it be. "Get the empty kegs, we bake the breads."
" Oh! " She giggled a little.
She takes care on the breads. Soon the dough was warm and golden out of the oven . " Just smelling it brightens the day ". She closed her eyes , smeling.
"Tonight we open" Raksha said " You can serve the tables? "
" I will if i have to! "
"Well said , little one"
Duncan broke one of the breads into two and gave one half Raksha and Muriel the other was for him and Pawel. "We serve your beer and mead I will get some more firewood." he leaned to Muriel "And if someone has to big eyes for you, just tell me..."
Muriel smiled, she suddenly felt like she won a bodyguard. " Thanks I will "
He placed soft his hand on her shoulder and turned to Raksha. "She can help you with preparing the food, we will be back on some hours." he said and turned to leave the tavern
The two women prepared the food, the smell of spice filled the tavern in the street . Some orcs came for drinks. They even smiled at Muriel . At the dinner time a group of dark elf came looking for food. Muriel never saw elfs with dark skin.
Pawel and Duncan came through the backdoor, Pawel carried the fire wood to the oven as he saw the group. He checked out the surroundings. With them, 3 more orcs were at the bar. He pulled Duncan in the kitchen. "Watch the little one, it's better for her." "Like I would do something else." he replied
Muriel served the food to the elf group , and couldn't help staring " What is it? " One of them said " Oh , sorry... It's just your color... It's so beautiful"
The elf smiled, there was a hint of flirt in his look? " Well, you are a lady with good taste . What's your name little human?" " Muriel"
Pawel was serving the orcs some strong drinks but never not watched the elf. I'm the meanwhile some of them pulled out a bagpipes and started to play a old Scottish song.
" Im Walt .Then you have irish roots? " The elf asked . Muriel nodded " Then i guess you can do the typical irish dance".
" I have not practiced it in so long! " She confessed.
The elf did a gesture and the rest of his group changed the music. A really happy rhythm typical from Ireland " Im very familiar with it. Would you dance a little with me ? "
" Well, i was gonna take a break anyway"
Duncan was standing at the kitchen door with crossed arms. He was half in shadows, always having a watchful eye on the group. As the music started some orcs where dancing a own little dance on the fireplace, the floor was soon covered in beer and mead. "Hummm..."
The elf taked Muriel to a clear space in the tavern. He taped his foot against the floor, following the fast happy rhythm. Muriel followed him. It was actually very fun to tap your foot right and left , the music challenged her into go faster. She tried to ignore her huge chest bouncing with the movement. It was too fun to get worried about it.
Pawel was stomping the heavy beat with his foot as well as some of the other orcs. Duncan was watching, feeling a bit odd watching Muriel's breast bouncing, but since she seemed to have lot of fun and none of the elf had bad ideas, he was happy for her seeing her having such fun. "Hey Raksha, maybe I should learn playing the bagpipes as well" he said joking at her.
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