Drinking Games; An Orc Erotica

Part 2

My room is now much colder than it had been before, despite the day's progression. Looking back at the bed, I realize it had become a tangled mess of blankets and sheets. I let out a sigh, unable to begin unpacking my feelings.

It wouldn't be strange to attempt to see him again, would it? I begin to wonder, my mind drifting off as I make my bed. After all, Bur-uke said that he would be working nearby for a while. I'm able to settle here for my week's end until I need to leave toward Asteria. I could find his room, or keep an eye on the bar tonight.

I could certainly use the company; makes spending the weekend in this hot, barren desert more bearable. It wouldn't be considered bothersome if I just wanted to grab another drink with him. I'll let him lead the way beyond that.

For now, I need to occupy my time. I've fixed my bedding, and I suppose I could also clean up my room. With a quick swipe, I grab my clothes off the floor and toss them into my bag tucked away in a corner. I let out a groan, realizing that I could, and should, unpack my clothes and put them in the nightstand drawers. I scoop my clothes out, setting them to the side before taking my other outfits and placing them in my drawer. I put my now dirtied clothes back in my bag.

Inspecting the room further, I notice balled-up fabric that had gotten pushed beneath the bed. I grab it, expecting it to be a shirt or something similar that had gotten misplaced. I hold it up, shaking it open to find that it wasn't anything of mine at all. This was a pair of Bur-uke's underwear. A chuckle escapes me as I toss it in with my other dirtied garments, I figure I'll wash it for him and return it before I leave.

With my room now as clean as it was when I arrived, I feel content with my work, though a new feeling of boredom crept its way further in. It was difficult to consider this a normal weekend when I could barely keep my thoughts together. Even as I sit down on the bed my mind is pushed back to last night with Bur-uke standing over me. I lean back onto my mattress, more memories resurface of him over me; pounding into me. My fingers curl around a thick clump of bedding. I suck a breath in, and my breathing shifts into light panting just as it had done last night. A shiver runs up my body, finally shaking my mind away from these thoughts.

I attempt to wipe away the heat from my now-flushed cheeks. My hand drifts to my lips, parting them just slightly with my thumb dragging along my bottom lip. I bite at my finger, feeling my vision become unfocused once more. A deeper, more foolish part of me began contriving a plan.

"This tavern has a bathhouse, doesn't it?" I ask myself.

Without a doubt, Bur-uke would want to shower after working at the construction site. I wonder if he would have any issue if I were to meet him there. I could only imagine how much I would enjoy our hot, slick bodies against one another in a steam-filled bathhouse.

I take a deep breath to steady my heartbeat and sit back up on my bed. How would I occupy myself until then? I place a hand over my mouth, attempting to cover it as well as my flushed cheeks. I let out a sigh, feeling the warm air hit my face. To my dismay, so does the smell of my breath. "Ugh," I let out, wiping my hand damp from my breath on my shirt.

I put my hand to the back of my head, going to flatten and preen my hair a bit. I got only a small way down until my fingers were snagged on a knotted lock of hair. "I guess I did rush getting around this morning," I remind myself. I'm sure my body could afford to be washed too, I am often sweaty here out in the desert.

Once again I find my hygiene needs catching up to me all at once, and I feel a tinge of embarrassment arise after wondering if I should have taken the time to clean myself up last night. "Bur-uke didn't seem to mind," I try to assure myself.