Stay and have dinner with Xara's family
From Create Your Own Story
Even though they invited you, when you sit down at the dinner table, you get the not so subtle suggestion that they didn't want you to accept. In the form of awkward silence and untrustworthy glares. The food isn't exactly your cup of tea either. Comprising mostly of vegetables and fruit, there's little to no meat at all. But you were taught to be polite by your mother, and take your share of what's offered to you.
"So... Worjum..." Xara's father finally speaks up. "What is it that you do?"
The question confuses you, and unsure of what he means you say the only thing that makes sense, "Um, your daughter?"
Several forks fall on plates at your words, and Xara's Mom groans, "Dear Gods."
The father gives an awkward chuckle. "Y-yes. What I meant was, what is it that you do to contribute?"
Again the question does nothing but confuse you. "I, um, fuck your daughter?"
"Oh Gods in heaven, spare us of this torment," her mother mumbles.
This conversation has done nothing to ease the tension in the room, and Xara's father dabs his lips with a napkin. "Um, Worjum, we try to refrain from using such language at the dinner table. But it's clear to me that you aren't making sense of what I'm asking." You shake your head. "Very well, then let me ask this, what is your purpose in the village you come from?"
You look over at Xara, who's happily eating away, enjoying the conversation a little too much. You clear your throat, and say, "Well, I am a sexually strong orc. So, my duty is to find a mate and together we make babies, and I chose Xara to be my mate."
"Oh, honey, that's so sweat of you," Xara playfully says as she rubs her cheek on your shoulder.
Suddenly, her mother's hand slams down on the dinner table, and she springs to his feet. "Enough! I have heard enough! You listen to me, orc, I shall not listen to such filth about my daughter any longer. She is not some orc's whore! I refuse to allow you to touch her again!"
"Um, dearest?" Xara's dad quietly says. "Shouldn't this be Xara's choice? If she's happy with him, then do we really have any right to tell her otherwise?"
"But, he's an orc! They are nothing but a group of violent, barbaric, lust-driven monsters! And he's going to impregnate our child with his filthy seed!"
"He's not filthy, Mom!" Xara shouts. "He's beautiful! He wanted me when no one else did. You know how my body is, you know that no one in this village could even amount to a tenth of what Worjum is capable of. I love him!"
Your heart skips a beat at Xara's words, and you'd never know that you'd ever hear an elf say them to you. Though you are tremendously happy about hearing her say that, this conversation is clearly getting out of hand, and you really feel bad about causing such drama with this family.
| Status | ||
| Health | Horny, temporarily named Worjum, mated to Xara | Equipment:
black pants |
| Experience | inexperienced | |
| HP | 100 | |
