“A kind person is gentle with others. Bolut is not gentle but nor is he cruel. He is a very good merchant. He has been challenged three times and lost much of his stock only to rebuild his business over once again. We work hard for him but he keeps us fed and sheltered. It is better to work for him than the life we knew as peasants. If we are sick he gets us medicine and lets us rest rather than work. He takes on more of us than he should because he knows we don’t like to be separated from our families. Orcs don’t usually keep human ves because they don’t want the burden of tearing them away from those they love. Bolut keeps us all together.” She exined, obviously hoping she was getting her point across.


    “I see. What do you do for him then?”


    “We do many things in the camp. We take his wares around for others to buy, we apany him as he travels and we craft things to trade. Bolut is very keen for us to learn things than can help his business. He’s trained three cksmiths and two tailors in thest three years. One of them moved back to the human kingdoms and set up a shop. Bolut still trades with him.” She offered that same nervous yet pretty smile as she spoke.


    “And what’s your job?” Gregory turned to look at her as they walked amongst the tents of the camp.


    “I sing, I dance, I know some stories. I y the flute well enough for a drunkard’s ears.”


    “You’re one of the women in the tents? You do what Jte did?” Gregory was suddenly notably interested.


    When he’d first seen Jte after finding the orc camp she had been branded an aplice to a bandit and as a partial punishment she was made to work in one of the ‘entertainment’ tents in Bolut’s part of the camp. Gregory had stumbled onto her dancing in her underwear in what was obviously going to be quite an impressive strip tease until she’d turned around and seen him. Evidently a love of boobs was not limited to humans.


    “Yes,” She nodded and looked back upon him. Her gaze was somewhat sharper now. “I do many dances to entertain Bolut’s customers. I danced for Bolut himself yesterday night. I am no whore.”


    “Oh, er, no I know you’re not. Jte told me that the girls just dance and… um… take their clothes off. It’s fine by me. As long as you’re not doing anything you don’t want to.”


    “No master, I am happy with my ce. I have my own tent and I enjoy being able to bathe regrly.” She stopped as they approached a series of muchrger tents set around arge central pavilion. “This is the home of the warchief. Shall I await your return?”


    “Thank you. I’ll be able to find my way back. You can go get some more sleep if you like. You can also tell Bolut that I’ll speak with himter this morning.” Gregory offered a pleasant smile and turned to look for the warchief’s tent.


    “M-master?” The girl piped up. Her quiet, timid voice was a sweet murmur in the cool morning air.


    Gregory turned back to look at her. His amiable expression was incredibly disarming.


    “What is it?” he nudged.


    “Well, the girls who do what I do in the camp were wondering if you were perhaps nning on joining us? We are very eager to show you the benefits of our profession and… well…” She lowered her gaze demurely and then blinked shyly up at him.


    There was a moments’ pause as Gregory gave her a very long, level stare before his easy-going smile broke into arge grin.


    “You’re good,” he apuded her.


    “Master? I don’t understand. I…” As she spoke she first appeared cutely baffled, her eyshes fluttering prettily and her hand lifting to touch her fingertips against her lips.


    She saw in his eyes that the game was over and her all-too-innocent act fell to the wayside. That beautiful innocent expression turned mischievously yful. Her downcast gaze lifted to fix squarely upon his and a very naughty gleam filled those smouldering green pools. Those lips stopped quivering and her hand lowered from her mouth as her smile turned downright wicked. Her hands slid down over her body, outlining the shape of her beautiful slender figure against the cloth of her cloak.


    “I’m impressed. Most men don’t have a problem ying into my ‘Oh you shouldn’t worry about itty bitty little me’ act. They like women to be meek and mild. What gave me away?” She lifted a dark brow at him and stepped forward, her beautifully carved features taking on an altogether more deviant expression.


    “No woman is that meek and mild, although I’ve seen better acts than yours.” Gregory watched her step toward him and didn’t give any ground.


    “Didn’t you want to take me home and teach me all the things every bad girl needs to know? That’s what usually makes the act work. Every man loves a submissive little love ve don’t they?” Her hand lifted to ce her palm on his chest and slowly stroke along the firm body beneath his t-shirt.


    “I kind of wanted to take you home and watch you eat a cake. You were awfully cute.” He chuckled softly, never moving his eyes from hers even as she felt his heart beating faster beneath her fingers.


    “Am I not still cute? Master.” The final word had a hint of yful mockery about it. Her lips lifted to rest mere inches from his and he felt the light wave of heated breath pass over his mouth as she spoke with a husky whisper.


    “Now you kind of look like you want to eat me.” He savoured the sweet perfumed scent of her as she dominated his senses.


    “I don’t bite. I promise.” Her eyes were alight with interest as she watched his gaze darken as if she was looking into the deepest depths of the oldest oceans.


    “I do.” He yfully snapped is jaws to illustrate his point.


    The experienced courtesan had a momentary and genuine expression of delight as a shiver ran through her at his words.


    “Many of us were awakest night. We heard you make Algra Strongblood and the red haired girl scream for you. We heard your name again and again. We want to meet you. We want you to make us scream too.” She slid her hand up along his chest, feeling the hard heat of his body as she came to grip his shoulder. Her other hand moved to unsp the neck of her cloak leaving it to spill open and reveal her very naked body beneath.


    Only two days before, if Gregory had been in this situation he thought he might have vaguely resembled a very happy pile of human soup by now. It was amazing just how much spending a night with a beautiful orc and the centre of his teenage erotic fantasies had improved his confidence.


    “What’s your name?” He asked of her as he lifted his hand to stroke along the inside of her bare thigh.


    “Talina.” His soft feather-like touch made her breath catch and her heart race.


    “Well Talina, I already have two truly amazing women to keep screaming for me.” He smirked as his fingers caressed their way upward to lightly tease the soft lips of her sex where he found her already saturated and quivering. “But you do have a very beautiful voice and I like the way your eyes shine when you’re thinking naughty thoughts.”


    The woman’s grip upon his shoulder tightened as her eyes closed and her body shivered against him. Their lips identally brushed together and sent a pleasant tingle throughout each of them. Between her legs she felt his fingers tracing between the swollen lips of her pussy and delicately parting those soft petals to slide inside her wet fleshy folds.Content rights by N?velDr//ama.Org.