“Now you kind of look like you want to eat me." He savoured the sweet perfumed scent of her as she dominated his senses.

“I don't bite. I promise." Her eyes were alight with interest as she watched his gaze darken as if she was Looking into the deepest depths of the oldest oceans.

“I do." He playfully snapped is jaws to illustrate his point.

The experienced courtesan had a momentary and genuine expression of delight as a shiver ran through her at his words.

“Many of us were awake Last night. We heard you make Algra Strongblood and the red haired girl scream for you. We heard your name again and again. We want to meet you. We want you to make us scream too." She slid her hand up along his chest, feeling the hard heat of his body as she came to grip his shoulder. Her other hand moved to unclasp the neck of her cloak leaving it to spill open and reveal her very naked body beneath.

Only two days before, if Gregory had been in this situation he thought he might have vaguely resembled a very happy pile of human soup by now. It was amazing just how much spending a night with a beautiful orc and the centre of his teenage erotic fantasies had improved his confidence.

“What's your name?" He asked of her as he lifted his hand to stroke along the inside of her bare thigh.

“Talina." His soft feather-like touch made her breath catch and her heart race.

“Well Talina, I already have two truly amazing women to keep screaming for me." He smirked as his fingers caressed their way upward to Lightly tease the soft Lips of her sex where he found her already saturated and quivering.

“But you do have a very beautiful voice and I like the way your eyes shine when you're thinking naughty thoughts."

The woman's grip upon his shoulder tightened as her eyes closed and her body shivered against him. Their Lips accidentally brushed together and sent a pleasant tingle throughout each of them. Between her Legs she felt his fingers tracing between the swollen lips of her pussy and delicately parting those soft petals to slide inside her wet fleshy folds.

“So let's make a deal. If you promise to play no more games at my expense then I'll come visit you later today. I'd like to see you dance and hear you sing," he said as she moaned in that beautifully melodic voice of hers.

Talina was now beyond words. Her hips began to move with the rhythm of his fingers as they teased and tantalised her slick channel. Gregory watched with silent reverence at each tiny little reaction of the sexy seductress. Her eyes were tightly shut, their breath clashed as their mouths neared and she burned hot in the chill morning light. A few stray locks of that chestnut hair fell across her face as a Light sheen of perspiration began to form on her brow. His finger finally found the firm little nub of her clit and Lightly brushed across its sensitive surface. He felt her fingernails dig into his t-shirt as a sudden thunderclap of bliss rocked her body. Enthused by this, he repeated the light Little brush over her highly aroused pleasure centre. As his fingers found the light rubbery flesh of her core, he traced small little circles around her clit and felt her body quiver with the oncoming wave of climax. She opened her mouth to moan and he silenced her by sealing his lips to hers in a kiss that she soon shared with equal passion.

Those oncoming waves crashed through her with tremendous force. She lifted both her hands to hold on to his strong shoulders and her body thrashed against him. His fingers slowed as he played her like an obscene musical instrument. Then, as she was able to feel her muscles preparing to relax, he suddenly moved his fingers sharply and quickly inside her to draw forth a great crescendo from her body. In all her years she had never known anything quite like that boy's fingers. If someone had told her that he, barely a man, had only felt his first woman the day before she might have slapped them for being so idiotic. Yet she had never known a man who had troubled himself to seek her pleasure and hers alone. Nor one with such a great natural talent for the task.

His fingers slowly slipped from her juicy folds and slipped around beneath her cloak to possessively grasp her delightfully firm behind. As she fell from those dizzying heights her strength waned and her Long slender legs grew weak. She held herself to him with her arms sliding around his shoulders as their Lips parted and she Looked up at him with a mixture of exhaustion and delight. She already wanted more. Though even as her hand moved to unwrap the hooded sweater from where it was tied about his waist he caught her wrist and shook his head.

“Not now. I have a meeting remember?" The words were downright heartbreaking.

“Very well. I'LL not take you for an ordinary man again, master." That last word still had a hint of teasing about it, though it was spoken with a great deal more affection.

She found the strength in her legs again and wrapped her cloak around herself whilst Gregory lifted his fingers to taste her. She was clean, delicious and lightly scented. He made a note to lick that nectar directly from the source in future. The sight of the man licking her juices from his fingers and savouring the taste like she was a fine wine made Talina consider attempting an act of rape. Then his deep blue eyes met hers again and she quickly reconsidered it.

“Thank you Talina. Now if you'll excuse me..." He nodded his head toward the large tent in the distance to emphasise his need to get moving.

“Of course. I shall count the moments until we meet again." She didn't call him master this time. He didn't mind.

He left Talina to make her way back to the merchant's camp upon slightly wobbly legs. Turning in the opposite direction, he entered the circle of pavilions in which warchief Grolfir and his retinue resided. A few guards were posted here and there holding enormous spears and wearing typical orcish black armour. Gregory walked to the Largest pavilion. It was crafted of a sturdy black material lined with fine gold and silver embroidery along the edges. Two guards stood outside as he approached and crossed their massive spears in front of the entrance before looking down at him. Their faces were impossible to make out from the darkness cast by their helmets.

“Hi, I'm here to see the warchief? I'm Gregory. He asked me to come." Thankfully a few thoughts of Large scorpions, bad Elvis impersonators and the morning chill meant that he wasn't presenting himself sporting a large erection from his dalliance with Talina.

The spears opened almost immediately to allow him to pass though. The orc guards remained silent and unnervingly imposing whilst he walked between them. He passed through into the tent itself which was big enough for a couple of dozen people to stand comfortably inside. A third of the large space was partitioned off by a Large thin curtain behind which Gregory could vaguely make out a large bed and a sleeping orc female lying apparently nude on top of it.

He quickly averted his eyes back to the centre of the room where a very large table stood stalwartly with various papers Laid out over it in what Gregory guessed was some kind of organised chaos. An armour stand carried the warchief's personal battle garb which looked fucking terrifying even without the great warrior inside it. Beside it a large black sword that Looked Like a very long meat cleaver from hell was propped up against a Large, closed wooden chest. Other furniture filled the tent including a rich fur rug and several large chairs surrounding it.

Grolfir himself stood behind the desk and Looked up as Gregory entered. The orc was huge even by the standards of his people with a body that had been shaped and honed in amidst years of war and brutal training.