“Lie down here." He commanded.

Reluctant to move out of his grip and yet eager to see what he had in mind, she obeyed by sinking down to stretch out over the cool stones that rested alongside the stream.

She was certainly a feast for the eyes, her large breasts Lifting and falling with each breath, legs slightly bent at the knee. He didn't waste time in crouching down between her and the stream and rolling up the sleeves of his sweater. She closed her eyes and soon felt his fingers slip beneath the hem of her little skirt and smoothly tugging it down over her toned legs. Playing along, she kicked off her sandals and found herself lying naked over the smooth stones. It was late summer and the air still carried enough heat to keep her comfortable despite the occasional breeze that soon perked up her nipples and pleasantly swept across her skin.

Gregory cupped his hands in the flowing water beside them and lifted out a great scoop of the cool liquid. She felt the slow trickles of that clear water drip across her breasts and sharply breathed in a lungful of air. Her eyes popped open straight away as he splashed the water across her bare midriff and she felt the droplets trickle down between her legs. The chill of the water was soon warmed as his hands fell to rest upon her. His touch gently passed over her collar bone before sweeping down to grope and tease at her plentiful tits, rubbing in the water and cleaning her by hand.

She suddenly changed her attitude to bathing when he lightly pinched her dark green nipples and leaned down to kiss her yet again. Once he had rubbed much of the grime away with the water from the stream he repeated the process over and over again. Each time the cold splashes were replaced with the pleasant heat of his hands roaming across her voluptuous tight frame. He washed her body and then her face before cleaning her feet and up along her Legs with more handfuls from the stream. Just as he was about to reach her pussy he ordered her to turn over. Reluctantly she obeyed and he massaged water into her back and paid particular attention to perfectly formed curves of her ass. Then his fingers sank down and tickled over her bottom in a way that made her gasp with shock before she felt his touch between her Legs. Algra's thighs parted accommodatingly and she grunted with approval as his fingers stroked over her silky pussy. Here he poured water from the stream down between the parting of her shapely rear and let it spill between her legs. The sensation was now drawing continuous moans from her which he happily savoured.

When his fingers finally sank inside the slippery velvet channel it wasn't long before he felt all of that sensitive flesh clamp around his probing digits. Algra lifted her ass up in the air, pushing back against his exquisite touch. The way her back arched was beautiful and he rewarded her for the gorgeous view by wiggling his fingers inside her. After thoroughly ‘cleaning’ her pussy through two more peaks of bliss he slipped his fingers out of her and licked away her juices.

She slumped down on the rocks and rolled onto her back to look up at him. Her smile told him clearly that she approved of his way of bathing.

“Wash your hair and rinse away anything I might have missed." He lowered himself to affectionately kiss her brow before he lifted himself to his feet and watched as she cheerfully went about doing as she was told.

Once finished, Algra donned her clothes once again and Looked up to the sky. It would soon turn completely dark.

“Night falls. Orc camp near. We get to it before moonrise." She said. "Alright." Gregory nodded.

“Lets get moving then.”

The words came easily enough but he felt a pit of worry begin to grow in his stomach. A camp full of orcs would make damn near anyone nervous.

Algra returned to the camp to grab her club and some of her furs which she stuffed into her pack. Then they set off together back toward the road.

"So what's an orc camp Like?" Gregory asked.

Algra shrugged her shoulders.

“Home. She said simply. After a few moments and an occasional glance in Gregory's direction she noted his obvious dissatisfaction with this reply.

“It is place of hunting and trading. In summer we Live here to get food for winter. Warchief lives at camp to speak with others."

“You mean other orcs?" Algra gave a short nod. "Orcs, yes. Also men. Sometimes elves." "There are men at the camp?" This clearly surprised Gregory who had read many books that suggested men and orcs didn't exactly get along well under normal circumstances.

"Yes. We trade with humans. Sometimes we fight together. Human emissary will be at camp. Maybe traders.”

This was a relief to Gregory who had been imagining walking into a horde of screaming maniacs that killed humans on sight.

“Is there anything you think I should know? I don't want to wave and accidentally offend everyone.”

“In orc eyes you are equal. To be equal you must own a thing or be a thing that is owned. You own me. None will deny you." Algra asserted with an odd degree of pride.

"Oh...alright then."

They walked in silence for a while and found that it was a comfortable silence shared between friends. Gregory had more questions of course but the truth of the matter was that he had no idea what was and wasn't going to be important until he saw the camp. Algra didn't seem too concerned about it so he trusted her and followed her Lead.

Soon enough the travellers came upon firelight in the distance. A tall palisade wall encircled the camp with the occasional tower rising up over the top to keep an eye on what went on beyond. Algra led him to a doorway in which two orc males, both towering behemoths carrying crudely shaped viciously edged metal swords, looked upon their approach,