She suddenly changed her attitude to bathing when he lightly pinched her dark green nipples and leaned down to kiss her yet again. Once he had rubbed much of the grime away with the water from the stream he repeated the process over and over again. Each time the cold sshes were reced with the pleasant heat of his hands roaming across her voluptuous tight frame. He washed her body and then her face before cleaning her feet and up along her legs with more handfuls from the stream. Just as he was about to reach her pussy he ordered her to turn over. Reluctantly she obeyed and he massaged water into her back and paid particr attention to perfectly formed curves of her ass. Then his fingers sank down and tickled over her bottom in a way that made her gasp with shock before she felt his touch between her legs. Algra’s thighs parted amodatingly and she grunted with approval as his fingers stroked over her silky pussy. Here he poured water from the stream down between the parting of her shapely rear and let it spill between her legs. The sensation was now drawing continuous moans from her which he happily savoured.


    When his fingers finally sank inside the slippery velvet channel it wasn’t long before he felt all of that sensitive flesh mp around his probing digits. Algra lifted her ass up in the air, pushing back against his exquisite touch. The way her back arched was beautiful and he rewarded her for the gorgeous view by wiggling his fingers inside her. After thoroughly ‘cleaning’ her pussy through two more peaks of bliss he slipped his fingers out of her and licked away her juices.


    She slumped down on the rocks and rolled onto her back to look up at him. Her smile told him clearly that she approved of his way of bathing.


    “Wash your hair and rinse away anything I might have missed.” He lowered himself to affectionately kiss her brow before he lifted himself to his feet and watched as she cheerfully went about doing as she was told.Content is ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.


    Once finished, Algra donned her clothes once again and looked up to the sky. It would soon turnpletely dark.


    “Night falls. Orc camp near. We get to it before moonrise.” She said.


    “Alright.” Gregory nodded. “Lets get moving then.”


    The words came easily enough but he felt a pit of worry begin to grow in his stomach. A camp full of orcs would make damn near anyone nervous.


    Algra returned to the camp to grab her club and some of her furs which she stuffed into her pack. Then they set off together back toward the road.


    “So what’s an orc camp like?” Gregory asked.


    Algra shrugged her shoulders.


    “Home.” She said simply. After a few moments and an asional nce in Gregory’s direction she noted his obvious dissatisfaction with this reply. “It is ce of hunting and trading. In summer we live here to get food for winter. Warchief lives at camp to speak with others.”


    “You mean other orcs?”


    Algra gave a short nod. “Orcs, yes. Also men. Sometimes elves.”


    “There are men at the camp?” This clearly surprised Gregory who had read many books that suggested men and orcs didn’t exactly get along well under normal circumstances.


    “Yes. We trade with humans. Sometimes we fight together. Human emissary will be at camp. Maybe traders.”


    This was a relief to Gregory who had been imagining walking into a horde of screaming maniacs that killed humans on sight.


    “Is there anything you think I should know? I don’t want to wave and identally offend everyone.”


    “In orc eyes you are equal. To be equal you must own a thing or be a thing that is owned. You own me. None will deny you.” Algra asserted with an odd degree of pride.


    “Oh… alright then.”


    They walked in silence for a while and found that it was afortable silence shared between friends. Gregory had more questions of course but the truth of the matter was that he had no idea what was and wasn’t going to be important until he saw the camp. Algra didn’t seem too concerned about it so he trusted her and followed her lead.


    Soon enough the travellers came upon firelight in the distance. A tall palisade wall encircled the camp with the asional tower rising up over the top to keep an eye on what went on beyond. Algra led him to a doorway in which two orc males, both towering behemoths carrying crudely shaped viciously edged metal swords, looked upon their approach.


    Therger of the two guards looked at Algra and let out arge roar, opening out his arms and lifting his hands toward the ever darkening sky. The move startled Gregory but it didn’t seem to be any kind of challenge or attack. He watched Algra lift her hand in some kind of salute before speaking in orcish. Theirnguage was spoken in short starts and stops consisting of words mostly one or two sybles long. Despite its apparent simplicity he listened to find that it had a very direct sort of rhythm that was oddly satisfying to hear. It sounded like someone reciting a very angry abrupt poem in gibberish.


    The reactions told him more than the words themselves as the guards arms lowered and a look of shock came across his face. The massive jaw of therger one fell open rather dumbly as he listened to Algra’s speech. Finally she turned around and pointed at Gregory before falling to one knee before him. The guards looked at this with disbelief before dumbly looking to each other and then slowly falling to one knee along with her. Gregory looked behind him for the royalty, fully prepared to y along with the kneeling before he realised that he was the focus of the show of respect.


    Well he sure as hell didn’t expect that.


    After a few long moments the kneeling in silence was growing somewhat awkward.


    “Um, you can get up?” He ventured.


    Algra stood and the guards followed suit shortly after. They looked at him with intense interest before stepping aside and throwing therge wooden gates open. Gregory looked on to see the tents and a few small huts beyond the gateway. Fireces were lit and sending dark smoke into the sky as many orcs cooked their evening meals and talked in the avenues between the tents. The ce bustled with life as the massive creatures lumbered about with their business. Gregory saw no humans however even as Algra led him through the gates. It took him all of thirty seconds before he saw a brawl break out over something between two enormous male orcs in the distance. The fight led to the destruction of a nearby tent before it was resolved with a familiar loud admission of defeat by the more battered participant.


    Gregory was more concerned with the nces they were getting however. Many orcs cheered at their passing, some even stopped to look at him but most of the attention was upon Algra. It was bing increasingly apparent that she had neglected to mention something very important to him. She took him along the pathways between the tents and huts toward a particrlyrge building that was unique in that it was made of stone. Everything in the camp seemed makeshift and temporary except this ce. Gregory wasn’t exactly reassured when he noticed a string of skulls of various shapes and sizes hanging from the walls on either side of the entrance.