The little double entendre brought Valise’s fingertips to her lips as she stifled a littleugh. Gregory was then left to watch as those fingertips stroked down over her chin tond upon the softness of her left breast and she lightly caressed a little circle around her exposed nipple.


    The tightness in Gregory’s trunks was beginning to get ufortable.


    “So what else have you brought to show me?” He gave Algra’s shoulder an affectionate little squeeze and then left her seated upon the bed to walk back to the chair he’d put in front of Valise.


    The orc was content enough to strip out of her own clothing and crawl over the furs of the bed and settle down to listen.


    Valise lifted the next bottle up to him and he took it to find the ss was oddly chilled and crystal clear. The top was popped open and no scent touched his nostrils, though he suddenly got the sensation that he’d stepped outside on a snowy winter’s day.


    Another sip was taken and he felt the effects immediately. At first he thought he was getting very drunk and there was a vague sense of nausea before his head settled and his eyes focused. The world around him was moving as if in slow motion. His own body felt somewhat sluggish as his perception of reality was suddenly dragging its feet.


    It was a strange feeling to behold but the reason for it became immediately apparent when Valise reached over to pluck an empty bottle from amongst her things. She then hurled it as hard as she could directly at Gregory’s face. He saw the entire thing and thanks to it all happening at half speed he was easily able to move his hand to not only stop the little bottle from breaking on his nose, but catch it cleanly out of the air. This was all the more impressive as he felt just how light the little thing was to hold. Even the slightest of squeezes would have shattered it, yet he’d easily snagged it from its trajectory without a hint of trouble.


    It was true, his body wasn’t moving any faster, but his mind definitely was. The effects of the potion didn’tst very long, however and he quickly felt reality speeding back up to its normal pace once again. A shake of his head loosed the extra cobwebs that the potions had formed in his mind and he smiled down to Valise.


    “That was incredible.” As a martial artist, Gregory knew the applications of such a potion were downright lethal. “I’m… I’m starting to feel a little weird though.”


    “That is because you’rebining the potions together. The more you drink, the more the body bes fatigued. Here…” Valise lifted up the third bottle. “This is a cleansing agent. It will purge the others from your body.”


    Gregory looked down at the sunny yellow mixture and opened the cap to smell citrous. One sipter and the slightly dizzy feeling he’d experienced subsided along with his night vision.Text ? owned by N?velDrama.Org.


    “Ok, so no binge drinking on the magic potions. Got it.”


    Valise lit a couple of candles a few momentster and to Gregory’s disappointment, he saw that her robe was neatly back in ce over her shoulders. Her breasts had been nice to look upon in the darkness with those blues and violet’s of the potion to colour the soft mounds. He had been looking forward to seeing her with his natural sight, however. That ivory skin and nipples that must have been a lovely shade of rosy pink would have been a very pleasant sight to behold in their dealings.


    At least the tightness in his trunks would subside.


    Valise was just about to move to the next offering when they were interrupted by a suddenmotion outside the tent.


    “Freddie! No!” Jte’s voice. Gregory was on his feet and bounding out for the tent before Algra or Valise knew what was going on.


    He ran out to see a sight that made his insides feel hollow. Jte had evidently left the courtesan’s tent and had seen Freddie was loose. Gregory was first immediately relieved to see that he hadn’t attacked her. They were stood on opposite sides of the camp and in order to get to her Freddie would have needed to either get past Gregory or Bolut who had also emerged to see what the noise was about.


    It was the sudden realisation of what Freddie was doing that sent a cold chill down Gregory’s spine. He was rummaging through a pile of clothes. A dirty pile of clothes. Within the pile, he saw that Talina must have thrown his jeans out to be washed and Freddie was quickly pawing at the discarded garments before he stood upright. Gregory saw the tiny golden glinting object in between Freddie’s fingers and the horrid hollow grin of victory spreading across his face.


    He’d found the ring!


    “Oh, now you’ll fucking listen to me won’t you? You little bitch.” Freddie’s voice was hoarse and his breathing ragged as he looked at Jte.


    Bolut made a move to go towards Freddie.


    “Wait!” Gregory lifted his hand to halt the big orc in his tracks along with a couple of others in the camp who were eager for an excuse to tear Freddie apart.


    “That’s right, stay back! You pack of freaks!” A few traces of spittle escaped Freddie’s lips as he screamed at the orcs.


    “Freddie, you don’t know what will happen if…” Gregory started to reason without much hope. Freddie wasn’t the reasoning type.


    “You shut up! This is all on you. All of it! I should have stuck you years ago, you little shit.” Freddie’s voice lowered to a venomous hiss as those empty, bloodied eyes narrowed upon Gregory.


    “Then you’d be in jail right now, Freddie.” Gregory tried to keep his voice reasonable.


    “The fuck I would! I got smarts you never knew about, Greg. I figured out it was the ring. The cunt put it on and we all wound up here. I put it on again and either we all go back and I kill you like a dog or I just go back and I kill everyone you ever fuckin’ spoke to. Either way, you will hurt for what you did here. Maybe I’ll fuck Jan in front of you and bleed her slow. Then I’ll cut off your-”


    Gregory didn’t have it in him to hold back any longer. Ring or no ring, Freddie had brought his blood to the boil and, for the first time in his life, Gregory felt nothing holding him back. It took him only five sprinted steps to close the ground between them before he leapt in the air to nt both of his boots smack in the middle of Freddie’s chest. It took the demented lunaticpletely by surprise. Despite all that had happened, Freddie still couldn’t believe that the calm, reserved Gregory Hopkins would be capable of such a thing.


    He barely had time toe to terms with the situation as Gregorynded on his feet and rushed at Freddie. A firm punch in the gut tore the air from Freddie’s lungs and the crushing blow across the jaw that followed sent his world upside down. It also sent him sprawling forwards tond face first in the dirt.