On their way back into the camp Gregory was treated to more sights of orcish day-to-day living. The previous evening when they had returned to Boluts part of the camp they had found its inhabitants settling down for the night. Most had been lolling around and rxing after their day’s work. In the full light of day however, that work was on full disy. Orcs were nothing if not industrious in their upations, and as the trio made its way along the dirt paths between the canopies of the various tents, they saw many elements of the lives of the green giants.
The most prominent upation, it seemed, was fighting. During the evening most of the orcs who weren’t on duty had retired from their training grounds. Now it was impossible to walk anywhere in the camp without hearing the audible ng of weapons. Gregory stopped to watch six orcs duel in pairs. There was nothing orderly about their tactics. No discipline what-so-ever. Of course from what he saw it wasn’t as if they needed it. It became obvious that orc fighting was not entirely unlike the way of old Norse berserkers. Tactics seemed to begin and end with building up enough blinding rage to overpower the opponent. They also fought with an extraordinary amount of skill despite that demonic battle-rage.
It wasn’t exactly elegant, but Gregory still wouldn’t have wanted to be on the receiving end of any of those blows. He’d heard that medieval armies carried battering rams into battle to break down enemy gates. Somehow he doubted the orcs would need such things.
“C’mon Greg.” Jte tugged at his arm, obviously not finding the fighting quite so entertaining.
He conceded and they continued their walk. They passed an Orc seated in an open tent whilst nging a massive hammer down upon a metal chest-te in order to bash out a dent in the ck steel.
That was when they came upon a tent outside which an orcish couple were busily and loudly rutting in the dirt. Jte immediately squeezed Gregroy’s hand and huddled in tighter against him. Gregory tried not to gawp at the lewd, open disy. Instead, he turned to Algra who apparently hadn’t even noticed the massive orc mming his mate eagerly from behind.
“Does that happen a lot?” He asked.
“Hm?” Algra looked over to the coupling pair. The female orc grunted and let out a wild roar of pleasure. “She is in heat. He is her ve.”
That didn’t exactly exin things the way Gregory hoped.
“I mean, why don’t they go inside?” A few other orcs had moved up to watch the mating couple, one hooted a quick cheer for them as he passed by with his cart.
“It isn’t raining.” Algra was looking at Gregory as if he was unwell.
“Oh, well, alright then.” He blinked and looked away from the orcs who were still eagerly enjoying themselves and gently led a gawping Jte down the path.
“What’s your hurry?” The redhead asked with a yful lilt in her voice.Content rights by N?velDr//ama.Org.
“No hurry. I want to get back and see Bolut. I’d like to at least introduce myself to the folks that work for him and learn about what they get up to. If I’m responsible for them all then I at least want to know who they are.” Gregory said.
“That is good. I must speak with Grolfir,” Algra added in such a way that it was unmistakably clear they weren’t invited.
“Sure, just stay out of trouble. Oh and I’ve got a job for you Jte.” Gregory turned to look at the pretty redhead who seemed slightly surprised that she was apparently about to be useful.
“Anything, my master.” She bowed deeply and smirked at him all the way down and back up again.
“Stop stroking my ego.” Greg chided and gave her firm bottom a light pinch. “I need you to go and speak to Rudd. He’s the ambassador to the orcs from the human kingdoms. I’d like you to find out as much as you can about human-orc rtions. From what he told me yesterday I’m the first human in an age that the orcs have recognised as one of their own. I’d like to know more about what that means and if I could have identally pissed anyone off in the process.”
“Yes sir! I’m on it.” Jte flipped a cute salute and looked around the encampment. “Gonna need someone to show me where the hell I’m supposed to go though.”
“I will take you,” Algra helpfully offered.
“Thanks. Oh, and in the interest of full disclosure I met one of the courtesans this morning. I was going to go see her this afternoon. Is that ok with you two?” He left the rest of what he was nning to do to their imaginations.
“Master is virile.” Algra stated with a hint of pride in her husky voice.
“Yikes Greg. After that performance in the stream you’re wanting to go again!? I think I’m gonna have to be ok with it. If you stick to just me and Algra I think you’d wear us out. My pussy’s still practically glowing.” Jte opened her long cloak and quickly reached between her legs to pull aside the slinky triangle of silk resting over her pussy. Before he knew it, his eyes were being treated to the sight of that pink, puffy, freshly fucked cunt once more.
“Jeez Jan!” Greg did the gentlemanly thing and stepped in front of her in an effort to keep her modest.
Sheughed with musical amusement and used the renewed closeness to put her hands on his shoulders and kiss his open lips.
“Rx. We just strolled past two orcs getting hot and heavy in the dirt back there and no one even batted an eysh.” She slipped her underwear back into ce and closed her cloak. Her fingers, still damp with her warm pussy juices, traced along his lips until she felt his tongue lightly licking at her fingertips. “I told youst night Greg. I’m yours now. You can do whatever you like with me. I’m not going to get jealous.” She paused and considered her own words for a moment before amending them. “Well ok, that’s a lie. I’m totally going to get jealous… but I know you can make it up to me, right?”
As Jte lowered her hand from his lips to gently run her fingers along the growing bulge in his pants Greg came very close to taking advantage of orcish attitudes to sex and ravishing her right there along the pathway.
“You sure know how to keep my blood hot.”