She felt his liquid heat pour deep inside her and held him tightly with her thighs as he started to thrust again through his own release. Finally, as the moment passed into a very sweet memory, she unravelled her limbs from him and he set a final little brush of his lips against hers before rising up to rest back on his knees.


    Deep breaths made his chest rise and fall as he looked over to the orc and the redhead and chuckled softly to himself as he saw Algra’s fingertips dancing over Jte’s clit. Both women were necking hungrily, their wet suckling noises filled the tent in the absence of the sounds of heavier screwing. It certainly didn’t take much of that to draw a fresh squeal from the girl’s mouth and Greg saw her panties were quickly soaked to the point of bing brazenly see-through.


    This brought up an interesting question.


    “How do you three stay so clean?” He looked back to Talina since Fiona was still purring from her orgasm and her eyelids had fluttered closed.


    “We bathe each other, master.” Talina smiled with a littleugh carrying inside her sultry voice.


    “Where?”


    “In here of course. Sponges and hot water,” she exined.


    “Oh.” Well that was simple enough.Property ? N?velDrama.Org.


    “Would you like us to bathe you, master?” Talina crawled up to her hands and knees to prowl over towards him.


    “I would. And my friends here…” He added.


    Algra gave him a disgruntled look. She’d just washed herself that morning. The man was a hygiene freak.


    As it turned out, the bathing was not the slightest bit disagreeable as the three courtesans tended to the threepanions with loving care. Talina washed Gregory, her hands gently pressing away the tension of all his afternoon exertion as the sponge washed away the sweat and the sex from his body.


    “Do you mind if I stay a while, Greg?” Jte’s request lifted to his ears on a content little murmur as she enjoyed the feel of Lydia’s hands upon her naked breasts.


    “Sure. I kind of want to stay forever after this afternoon but I need to see what Bolut’s been up to and meet with Valise. Algra, youing?” He turned to look at the kneeling orc woman and felt his cock immediately twitch at the sight of her nude green skin being washed by Fiona. The sight of the two beautiful creatures was both incredibly strange and inherently arousing.


    Algra gave a nod in agreement and reached over to grab her clothing. Greg turned around to give Talina a farewell kiss and a whisper of thanks for making him feel so wee before he reluctantly searched out his own pants.


    “No! I’m sorry but no. These clothes are dirty and I’ll not have you walking around camp in them.” Talina moved with a shocking degree of speed as she snatched Greg’s pants from his grasp.


    “Well I need to go and I’m not strolling about bare assed out there.” He smirked to her despite his words.


    “Master must await my return,” she said before grabbing up his other clothes to be washed. She ced her own cloak over her shoulders whilst forgoing wearing anything beneath before she disappeared out of the tent and he was left looking to Fiona and Lydia. “Not that I’mining, but aren’t I the one that’s supposed to be in charge around here?”


    “Yes master.” Both women chimed together just a bit too innocently.


    Talina quickly returned with some fresh garments. He was a little surprised to see the orcish leather in her hands as she handed it over. Upon closer inspection, he found the pants he had been offered were actually not pants at all but a style of medieval trunks. The material was hard upon the outer skin and soft along the inner lining with long straps of studded leather falling about from just below the belt line. Fresh fur boots were also offered up by the woman that had been fitted in his size.


    It wasn’t what he’d expected. This was the garb of an orc rather than what the human ves wore around the camp. With a deep breath, he took the garments and slipped into them. Those long leather straps fell about his bare muscr thighs and his chest waspletely bared for all to see. The boots slid up to just below his knees and already felt ridiculouslyfortable thanks to their inner fur lining.


    “I look like a male stripper who’s watched Conan The Barbarian one too many times,” he nervously observed.


    “You look like warrior.” Algra’s voice sounded downright hungry as her dark eyes watched him closely.


    He looked over to the others for support and saw all five women in the tent were looking at him like he was dinner. None of them were looking at his face.


    “I feel like a fillet steak with you guys drooling like that.”


    “Master has a powerful body,” Talinaplimented the young male’s panther-like muscles. “It should be disyed.”


    The others nodded in agreement.


    “If it makes you feel better, Greg, you won’t have nearly as much getting in your way when you fuck us. Which, if you go around looking like that, is going to be a lot” Jte was looking over the smooth slopes and contours of his chest.


    “Silver lining to every cloud.” He couldn’t help but let out a little chuckle before looking over to Algra and nodding that they should leave before the others got their teeth into him. The orc nodded whilst not taking her eyes from him until she passed out of the tent. Greg was in the process of following when he turned back to Jte.


    “Make sure you’re back with an hour to spare before we sleep. I want to hear what Rudd had to say to you.”


    Jte nodded her agreement and when he turned to leave he heard thebined little gasps from the women as he had to bend over to slip out from beneath the canopy.


    Fresh air washed over his mostly bared body and he found the sensation quite pleasant given how stuffy the atmosphere had gotten in there. It was practically a tropical forest inside the tent whilst outside the night was warm but the breeze was always there to prevent temperatures running too high.


    Gregory tried not to feel too self conscious about his new garb as he made his way to the new pavilion that had been raised for him by Bolut. It was the first time he’d seen it up and he was pleasantly surprised by the sight of it. He wouldn’t have to duck down to slip into its confines for one thing. Algra led him towards the opening and as he passed along the way he nodded to Valise that it was time for her demonstration. The fair haired woman nodded from where she was seated by the firece and swiftly moved off to collect what she would need.


    That was when he saw that the tent wasn’t the only addition to the camp. Freddie Lounds was sat with his hands behind his back, chained to arge iron post that had been deeply embedded in the earth behind him. The time in the pits hadn’t done much for him. His skin was a sickly pale colour, albeit clean now after he’d been washed up. He’d refused the orc’s food and definitely looked worse off for it. Dark patches surrounded his eyes that were now bloodshot and empty holes, devoid of humanity. Freddie had been dressed in a simple tunic and pants and he simply sat in silence, watching everyone that passed by, like a creepy statue.