When he finally returned to his own tent he was met with a shit-storm that quickly made him want to damn-near rout back to Earth.


    “You got married!?”


    He heard Jte’s furious outcry just as he ducked his head back into the tent. Even he couldn’t stop the inward cringe at the sound of the redhead’s quite rightful anger. When he looked over to her, however, his fear turned into outright confusion.


    The bed where they slept together was ruffled with overturned furs and Jte was lying on top of it trying her best to look outraged. This attempt was somewhat softened by the fact that she was only wearing a pair of fur panties that she’d picked up from the orcs and that her wrists were tied to the upper bed posts with a length of thick ribbon. Gregory knew that ribbon was used in some of her dances, since he’d seen her practicing with it.


    Algra was knelt on the bed beside her and had discarded her clothing entirely. She looked oddly at ease with the whole situation, though her eyes lit up when she saw her mate rejoin them.


    “Er… what’s going on?” he asked.


    “What’s going on? What the hell kind of question is that!? You’re asking me what’s going on? I go out today thinking ‘Gee I hope my boyfriend won’t get hurt in his crazy death duels,’ then Ie back and find you’ve gotten married!”


    Since Jte apparently wasn’t quite in her right mind to exin why she was tied up and mostly naked, Gregory flicked his gaze toward Algra for an exnation.


    “Don’t you dare look at her! I’m not going to mrrrflphth!” Jte was quickly silenced by Algra stuffing the nearest thing she found into the girl’s mouth. This just happened to be Algra’s own little fur skirt.


    “I tell her we are bonded. She not take news well,” Algra exined over Jte’s muffled cries.


    “You think? Why is she tied to the bed?”


    “She go to find you. I tell her not to. She try anyway. I tie her up.”


    “Right, and why is she only wearing her underwear?”


    “Does she wear more?”


    “Ok, fair point.”


    This got a furious muffled scream of anger from Jte, though her cheeks tellingly turned a shade of pink at Algra’s words.


    “I exin that she is still yours, as she is now mine.” Algra shed a tusky grin at him.


    Jte gave up struggling and trying to yell at them both to instead flop back down on the bed in defeat. Gregory couldn’t help but let out augh at the slight absurdity of the situation. He walked over to the bed and reached out to pluck Algra’s skirt from Jte’s mouth and yfully threw it at the orc before turning back to his human lover.


    “You’re right. Algra wanted me as her mate, and as I guess you’ve figured out: It’s not all that easy to say no to her.” He leaned over Jte and kissed her brow. She didn’t try to head butt him, so he supposed that was progress.


    “I thought we were all…” Jte couldn’t quite put into words the bond that the three of them shared.


    “We are.” Gregory nodded and gently stroked his hand down her bare nk.


    Algra nodded in agreement.


    “Then why did you two do this without me?”


    “Being mate is not forsaking others, it is forging a deeper connection,” Algra quickly interjected before Gregory could try to exin. “He is yours as he is mine. You share a world I do not know. You are bound together deeper than any others who wille in this world. Yet I am his, am I not? Now we both share something deeper with him.”


    “But you’re married. That’s a little too special, isn’t it? From now on I’ll always just be the other woman.”


    At this Algra grunted dismissively.


    “Orc mating isn’t exactly like human marriage, Jan. You know how the female orcs kind of go sex-mad every now and then?”


    The female orc he happened to be sharing space with just then gave a very dangerous warning growl upon hearing that.


    “In a totally irresistible and incredibly sexy way, of course,” he quickly added.


    Algra’s growl turned into something of a purr.


    “Well because they kind of lose control during that time, they don’t really consider monogamy in mating quite as irond as we do. If I’m ever away from Algra and she goes into heat then she’ll choose someone else. Because of that, orc women don’t really hold it against their mates when they take others. So the mating ceremony just kind of means that she prefers me over anyone else. That we love each other. Right?” He looked over to Algra for confirmation.Text ? owned by N?velDrama.Org.


    The orc woman smiled and nodded. “The courtesans teach you well.”


    “Oh,” Jte let out a calmer breath for the first time that night, “so it isn’t about keeping yourself just for her?”


    “Urgh, stupid humans,” Algra grunted. “How would I fuck you then?”


    Jte paused at that and her pale cheeks regained their pink flush.


    “Are we ok now? You know I’d mate the fuck out of you in a heartbeat, but you kind of have to be an orc, or at least an orc in training.”


    Jte let out a long sigh and looked between her two lovers.


    “Ok, I’ll be fine with it on one condition.”


    “What’s that?” Gregory hoped that another life-threatening quest wasn’t on the horizon but prepared himself to bear that burden if she should ask it of him.


    “You really have to get your cock in me right now. Your evil orc mate has been teasing me like this for an hour.”


    “I don’t know about that,” Gregoryughed and looked over to the nude orc beside him. “I should probably ask my mate’s permission first.”


    “Why you think I tease her so long?” Algra seemed perplexed at his apparent denseness.