After a night of blackout drinking, Maro woke up under a pile of furs in the Chiefs tent. The Trio and some other men decided to drink there, where they all passed out warm and snug.
He went to go piss and drink some watered down wine to sober up. He looked around… storage space was a problem, their carts were now stacked with as many furs as they could stuff and whatever smoked meat and wine was left… They were still at least a week away from the fortress.
And they would pass by at least one or two more orc and goblin villages.
As he was pondering his logistics issue Gnarlo and Jenny walked up to talk to him.
He could have sworn that Gnarlo said "fucking lucky tall bastard"
But it was Jenny that spoke up "Maro the Elf ladies wish to speak with you, I think they may be nobility of some kind"
Maro perked up, in more than one sense, at the mention of the elf twins
"Do you happen to know what they want"
"No" Jenny Replied "just that they wanted to speak to the leader of our forces… and not Gnarlo"
"Not right, I was Maro's boss first"
"Haha Gnarlo, good one, if you want Gnarlo to be your boss everyone, you'll get paid in tiny little gnome coins" Nobody else was around to hear his low effort, racist joke.
"Anyways, where are they, I will speak with them"
Jenny pointed to a tent
Maro speed walked his way in, hoping to catch a glance but then reminded himself how disgusting his thoughts were and that maybe the Deity was right.
They were bathed and clothed in whatever common dresses they had left that could fit. Being tall, the dresses on the elves were kind of short, exposing their long legs… Maro waved to them and tried to rip out his own hair to get his body to shut up.
"Lord, my name is Alleria and she is Valleria, we are daughters of the Jade forest Elves to the north west of us, can we talk"
Maro was somewhat nervous for the first time in a while "Please, don't call me Lord, my name is Maro, how can I help you ladies"
There was a long silence…
Almost crying "We are ladies no longer and have no home to go to anymore, we wish to serve you as healers, we both unlocked our class"
Woah healers, nice, if they could regrow limbs he could go all out fighting now, but he had some questions.
"Alleria, Valleria, what happened to the Jade forest, why can't you return?"
Another silence "we were defiled by the orcs… as per our customs and laws, we are forever banished and cannot return"
Maro hated virgins anyways, the worst sex, one can have. He was actually somewhat progressive on this point.
"Ladies, you will never be judged by what has been done to you. In my eyes you are the most beautiful and desirable women to exist, it is my absolute privilege to be within your company… our ragtag group of people are all outcasts in one way or another, you will forever have a home with us"
The elf women started sobbing and hugged Maro, they went on their tippy toes together and their dresses pulled up just a little more.
God fucking damnit, control yourself Maro. You can't be that big of a piece of shit. He thought to himself.
The hug settled, Alleria spoke up, to be frank he could only tell the difference between them by their dresses, they were perfectly alike aside from that.
"We have a second request Maro, if you would please oblige us… We do not wish to be taken ever again, we ask to bond ourselves to you and be under your personal protection"
Maro gulped, where was the alcohol when he needed it.
"What does bonding… entail?" His voice squeaked like he was going through puberty again
The ladies blushed… He didn't know which one said it but "to… lay with eachother"
Suddenly his pants were extremely uncomfortable
"When" was all he could say
"Now" was all they replied and they slipped their dresses.
Fucking weebo virgin nerds get fucked, two damn hot elves at the same damn time.
They got their confidence back and undressed Maro as they each grabbed one of his hands and led him to the bed of furs.
Round one went by extremely fast, he activated Bloodrush immediately for his ego's sake. He chanted a mantra in his head the rest of the day "I am a sex god, I am a sex god, I am a sex god"
Gnarlo was seething, he more or less heard everything as did everyone in the camp. That stupid giant used illegal performance enhancers… all fucking day he had to hear them doing it. He should have been the one…
The entire camp was supposed to leave today but no one dared interrupt Maro. It was late evening before he came out again.
He went to piss and grab a bunch of wine skins before he went back inside to his tent to continue. The noise didn't die down until the early hours of the next night.
Maro was dead dead dead, not only did he go till Bloodrush drained him of his stamina, but the elves as healers, could restore stamina and health.
Talking in between sessions they even managed to level up after one night as healers since they got experience healing and restoring Maro and each other over and over again…
The combat implications though were enormous… He had two pocket healers now, he could have probably taken on that 500 Orc tribe by himself if they were healing him and restoring stamina… They couldn't restore lost limbs or things of that magnitude, but any cut or broken bone was perfectly manageable for them.