Jte merely giggled with evil delight and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. She then gave his bulge a gentle squeeze and kissed his lips with a hungry appetite of her own. Gregory only opened his eyes long enough to nce over to Algra and he lifted his hand from where it was busily groping Jte’s peachy ass to gesture the orc closer to them.


    Algra approached with a look of brazen lust in her dark brown eyes. She wasted little time in slipping under Gregory’s outstretched arm and was quickly met with a heated kiss from her master. He’d practically had to tear his mouth away from Jte and he soon felt the horny redhead running her warm, wet tongue across the curve of his neck.


    This was soon going to get out of hand.


    “Whoa there…” He finally managed to pry his lips back from the lusty orc and stood with an arm around both of his gorgeous lovers.


    Jte was looking at him with a false outer sweetness that was betrayed by the damn near scandalous look in her eyes. Algra was close to losing herself to baser urges as her heavy breaths squeezed her bountiful tits against him in a slow steady rhythm.


    “Alright, we’ve got work to do. Meet back at Bolut’s camp at sunset?” Greg struggled to sound diplomatic whilst the rigid mast between his legs tried to hijack his brain once more.


    “Sunset.” Algra nodded.


    “I’m counting the seconds.” Jte purred into his ear before giving the lobe a loving, heated lick.


    The threesome gave each other a parting embrace before Gregory turned and forced himself to walk in the direction of the camp. He felt the force of Jte and Algra’s very presence pulling him toward them but he continued to fight the urge to give in to it until they were out of sight and he could finally concentrate once again.


    As he walked he began to notice orcs looking at him with interest. They obviously weren’t trying to be intimidating, but of course they were orcs so they somehow managed it regardless of intent. It appeared he was still something of a curiosity amongst them, though none came to speak to him. Somehow he didn’t think that smiling and nodding in greeting would have been taken very well by the grizzled green giants and so he set his features into a stern, resolute expression and kept his eyes pointed forwards.


    When he arrived back at Bolut’s camp he saw the ce in its full working rhythm for the first time. A few stalls were set up near the main pathway bearing a collection of mostly arms and armour. Gregory was a little shocked to see the red, ck and blue banners that had been affixed to all the tents. His colours. Three orcs were browsing the wares and another was haggling with a small human man over the price of a set of bracers. Gregory had to admire the little man’s courage to give the orc as good as he got when it came to the inevitable shouting match. The giant brute could have kicked the fellow like he was a football but the man didn’t give any ground.


    He was watching the debate go on when he felt nimble feminine fingers slip over his shoulders and gently squeeze. Spinning about, he found himself face to face with Talina who was regarding him with those fiendishly naughty green eyes of hers. Since that morning he noticed that she’d painted her lips a rich shade of dark red and applied a lightyer of make up along her cheeks to bring a little rouge to that snowy skin. She was wearing the same cloak as before and from the way she was looking at him it was quite clear that there was very little underneath that thick material.


    “Hello master. Have youe to visit me atst?” The greeting had that familiar hint of tantalising-amusement to it.


    “I have,” Gregory couldn’t suppress the inevitable curve of his lips as he looked upon Talina. “but first I need a guide. Can you show me around here? I’d like to introduce myself to everyone.”


    “Certainly, master.” Talina offered a small bow before turning and leading him toward her tent.Property ? 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.


    “Actually,” Gregory quickly reached out and halted her with a hand upon her shoulder. “I was thinking we’d start at the opposite side of the camp. If you get me in there I’m not sure I’ll being out for a while.”


    Talina looked over her shoulder somewhat saucily. Her eyes widened with an obvious appetite for him.


    “Master has seen through my clever ruse.” She leaned herself forward almost imperceptibly to press her gorgeous bottom up against his crotch in a way that was very perceptible, but only to him.


    “Are you going to help me or are you just going to be an enormously pleasant distraction?” Gregory surprised Talina as she quickly felt his hands on her hips and he shoved himself hard against her offered bottom. The woman was suddenly quite reluctant that she’d chosen to dress in anything beforeing to greet him.


    “Ooooh, can I be both?” She wiggled her bum enticingly against him.


    Gregory finally let out augh and settled a soft kiss on the slender curve of her neck.


    “I think I can handle that.”


    Talina turned around to grab one of his hands in both of hers before leading him backwards toward the people that were busily getting on with life about the ce.


    Their first stop was arge open tent outside which were an anvil, a heavy trough filled with water and various tools for the shaping of metal. Seated just inside the tent was a young man, only slightly older than Gregory. He was staring at a round ck buckler with a more critical eye than a ck buckler perhaps deserved.


    “Greetings Torren,” Talina introduced them.


    The man promptly jolted right up off the stool he was sat upon. The buckler he’d been scrutinising flew up into the air above him tond on his head with a loud twang of metal.


    “Ow! st it!.” Torren stood up and bent over, grabbing the top of his head in an effort to quell the sudden throbbing pain that had started up there.


    Gregory stepped forwards, concerned. “Are you alright mate?”


    “Yeah… fine… Not the first time it’s happ…” Torren suddenly seemed to remember where he was and stood bolt upright to look between Talina and Gregory.


    He made a deer that had suddenly been caught in the headlights of a freight train seem calm and collected.


    Gregory suddenly stopped moving towards him and slowly stepped back toward Talina. He got the distinct impression that if he got any closer then the poor man might have let his nerves get the better of him and hurt himself. Again.


    Torren seemed to be settling into his twenties with a heavy muscr build. There was perhaps a little more around his gut than there should have been but his broad shoulders ounted for most of the extra weight. Smithing had thickened his arms into strong pirs of muscle and the upation gave him a scruffy appearance. His jet ck hair was cut short but seemed to have been hacked away carelessly leaving a mismatch of patchy tufts across his head. Across his jaw was a thickyer of stubble that couldn’t quite be called a beard yet. He also had a wide t nose and dark brown eyes that looked smaller than they were due to his habit of squinting closely at his work.