The young chief was speechless, just staring between the bag and the tall, hard-built woman in front of her. Talk about direct. As chief she had been expecting to find other wives as well, as much as she loved Lagat, it was what bonded the hold together. But so soon? Still it was no offer to turn down lightly. The woman was obviously affiliated with another hold, and thus far the best they’d gotten from the surrounding chiefs had been an uneasy tolerance…but an alliance? That could mean much for their group.
Considering it brought Dursh’s thoughts more firmly to considering the woman before her. She was no slight thing like Lagat. No, this female orc was one of the largest she’d seen. Her shoulders were broad and her arms hardened from long hours at the forge, and even through the weathered travel clothes she could see that the rest of her was just as trim and toned. The only thing that really made her stand out as a woman was a proud, ample bosom which admittedly quite drew Durash’s eye.
And it seemed the new Orsimer sensed it, because a husky laugh brought the chief’s eyes up and had her cheeks flushing in awkwardness. Durash may have been mortified, but at least the newcomer didn’t take offense. Laughing like that, she was actually quite striking. Kharzu was not a pretty thing, handsome actually suited her better. The forge woman’s features were vaguely androgynous, even on the side of masculine. Full lips added a touch of sensuality, and her short hair cut emphasized the pleasing, if hard, planes of her face. Honestly, she was very attractive, in that bold, aggressive way of hers.
In fact, Durash was actually shifting embarrassedly under the scorching gaze that the new female was giving her at the moment. The chief couldn’t help but feel sort of ridiculous that the perusal made her feel such a sudden surge of excitement. She was keeping a hold now, being eyed up by a stranger should not get her going the way it was. But considering how things had not progressed with Lagat, it wasn’t surprising that she responded to such overt female interest.
And Kharzu was making no excuses. Malacath help her, Durash couldn’t help but wish it was that easy for her.
Still, Durash was not about to be cowed under a little attention, and the chief stood tall and proud like the warrior that she was. This didn’t seem though to dissuade the other’s gaze, and in fact it only seemed even more intrigued as it examined her assets. Malacath, the woman was incorrigible.
“Oh, we have a visitor?”
Lagat’s voice cut through Durash’s thoughts of the visitor, and her gaze darted a little guiltily to her first wife looking with obvious interest in their new arrival. While Durash was still trying to think of something to say the newcomer took the liberty of answering.
“Kharzu. I have come to propose as forgewife to your chief. Are you the first?” Durash did not like the knowing gaze of the visitor as she looked between Lagat and herself.
“Yes, I am.” She didn’t think she’d ever seen Lagat blush so deep as she did then. Kharzu was looking at her similar to how she had Durash; weighing, appreciative, and it had her first wife flushing and grinning a little before she looked the other woman over in return. “So, you’re proposing to my chief?”
“Indeed. I’ve trained under my mother’s forge and we make strong weapons, much coveted even in the surrounding holds. And I bring ebony ore as dowry. I hope that these offerings are… acceptable.”
Durash couldn’t help the way her gaze nervously went to her first wife. She’d always planned to get more wives, but she’d never spoken to Lagat about it. Of course she’d thought that such things were a long time coming, especially with a stronghold newly established and of their…controversial nature. But to have someone actually approach them, and not only that, but come with offerings and alliance. She didn’t know if she was relieved or worried when Lagat was smiling brightly in pleasure. Durash may have been conflicted, but she had to do what was best for the hold.
“I accept your proposal.”
“Alright then, I’ll just get set up in the longhouse then, my chief.”
F!Orc!Chief/F!Orc!Wives “A Stronger Hold” (2b/?)
Considering it brought Dursh’s thoughts more firmly to considering the woman before her. She was no slight thing like Lagat. No, this female orc was one of the largest she’d seen. Her shoulders were broad and her arms hardened from long hours at the forge, and even through the weathered travel clothes she could see that the rest of her was just as trim and toned. The only thing that really made her stand out as a woman was a proud, ample bosom which admittedly quite drew Durash’s eye.
And it seemed the new Orsimer sensed it, because a husky laugh brought the chief’s eyes up and had her cheeks flushing in awkwardness. Durash may have been mortified, but at least the newcomer didn’t take offense. Laughing like that, she was actually quite striking. Kharzu was not a pretty thing, handsome actually suited her better. The forge woman’s features were vaguely androgynous, even on the side of masculine. Full lips added a touch of sensuality, and her short hair cut emphasized the pleasing, if hard, planes of her face. Honestly, she was very attractive, in that bold, aggressive way of hers.
In fact, Durash was actually shifting embarrassedly under the scorching gaze that the new female was giving her at the moment. The chief couldn’t help but feel sort of ridiculous that the perusal made her feel such a sudden surge of excitement. She was keeping a hold now, being eyed up by a stranger should not get her going the way it was. But considering how things had not progressed with Lagat, it wasn’t surprising that she responded to such overt female interest.
And Kharzu was making no excuses. Malacath help her, Durash couldn’t help but wish it was that easy for her.
Still, Durash was not about to be cowed under a little attention, and the chief stood tall and proud like the warrior that she was. This didn’t seem though to dissuade the other’s gaze, and in fact it only seemed even more intrigued as it examined her assets. Malacath, the woman was incorrigible.
“Oh, we have a visitor?”
Lagat’s voice cut through Durash’s thoughts of the visitor, and her gaze darted a little guiltily to her first wife looking with obvious interest in their new arrival. While Durash was still trying to think of something to say the newcomer took the liberty of answering.
“Kharzu. I have come to propose as forgewife to your chief. Are you the first?” Durash did not like the knowing gaze of the visitor as she looked between Lagat and herself.
“Yes, I am.” She didn’t think she’d ever seen Lagat blush so deep as she did then. Kharzu was looking at her similar to how she had Durash; weighing, appreciative, and it had her first wife flushing and grinning a little before she looked the other woman over in return. “So, you’re proposing to my chief?”
“Indeed. I’ve trained under my mother’s forge and we make strong weapons, much coveted even in the surrounding holds. And I bring ebony ore as dowry. I hope that these offerings are… acceptable.”
Durash couldn’t help the way her gaze nervously went to her first wife. She’d always planned to get more wives, but she’d never spoken to Lagat about it. Of course she’d thought that such things were a long time coming, especially with a stronghold newly established and of their…controversial nature. But to have someone actually approach them, and not only that, but come with offerings and alliance. She didn’t know if she was relieved or worried when Lagat was smiling brightly in pleasure. Durash may have been conflicted, but she had to do what was best for the hold.
“I accept your proposal.”
“Alright then, I’ll just get set up in the longhouse then, my chief.”