I had not seen one covered up female breast in a couple of days. Yeah, my pub is clothing optional so the fact that I have seen quite a few pair of female naked breasts in not lost on me, heck I have seen the whole female form naked in my pub several times but I have never seen such a deluge of women who went topless as some of my patrons refuse or don’t take advantage of the clothing option part of the pub, so there is usually a mix of women who are topless, nude and covered. Not in this tribe of half-orc females.
What made it more difficult is that even though most half orc female faces might not be your cup of tea as a human male, their bodies are quite frankly well-formed and flawless as far blemishes. All you really have to do is get past the idea their skin is green and you might get a tusk through your lip if you kiss them and you are in a good position to having a desire to being married to one. So my biological male part was struggling but I also had part of me that respects tribal traditions and taboos as a survival mechanism and a recognition that most of what we do with taboos has very little to do with morality, modesty or reason.
The issue with the naked breasts was simple as far as the tribal custom was concerned. If a woman didn’t have her breasts bare, she was a dishonest woman. They even had expressions based on this concept. A woman who was honest was a woman who “shows both her breasts.” The woman who ‘was showing only one breast’ was hiding something and a woman who ‘covers her breasts’ is a liar. Needless to say no female in the tribe had covered their breast for time immoral. Lytria had adopted the custom so she wouldn’t be considered a liar.
Lytria herself had been able to control the beast within that first night. She suspected that she could do this one more night, then it would be the night of the two new moons, then maybe she could control the beast for another two nights. After that, she would be truly dangerous at night again.
It would have been easier if had just been Lytria and Shigri but Shigri had invited her four best warriors with her to accompany us. That meant six pairs of lovely female breasts staring back at me. I kept my mind as much as possible on the quest at hand and remembering that each of them was a person to be respected. It worked…most of the time. There is something naturally sensual about tribal societies to civilized ones unfortunately.
Before you ask, yes these women had a concept of modesty. To them though a modest woman was one who was honest, humble and willing to listen to criticism and take it to heart without getting upset. In that respect, they were far more Biblical than the women that were back in my own world.
That said these women earned my respect very quickly. There were two very brief encounters in the tunnels and they ended before I could even draw my sword. One of them actually I never knew anything about until it was over and it was told me that a conversation had been overheard between two orc leaders about a ‘special female’ that was being held by the Severed Head tribe. With that we were off toward the center of that tribes territory. After a few hours, I saw two of the warriors peel off and disappear. In a few minutes we caught up with them standing over the bodies of two lightly armored goblins.
“They had this on them.”
The warrior handed Shigri a tube made from bamboo. It was definitely a messenger case of some sort. Inside were assorted letters that were orders and requests for supplies but one letter was request for the Severed Heads to move the special female from someplace called the great cavern to something called the altar stone. It was signed “SP” and not written in Orc characters but English.
“I assume these orders have duplicate runners?”
Shigri nodded her head.
“So we could make our way to this altar stone and be waiting for them?”
Another nod, Shigri was not one for talk.
“Who is SP?”
“My dear Lytria, SP is probably an agent of Mr. Lies. I knew he wouldn’t play fair. He won’t directly get involved and break his deal with the Game Master, but he plans to cheat with an agent working on his behalf for sure”
“SP is too generic a term for my to do anything but guess. I have my ideas but I suspect she is not showing her breasts.”
“You don’t know but suspect a dishonest female?”
“Yeah, not to worry though. I know we can’t fail with so many honest and humble women to counter her, she does not have a chance. After all it is twelve breasts to none.”
The six women grinned back at me and we plunged back into the darkness. Hopeful my torches would last.
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