"You don't Leave again. Fuck me first." Algra suggested as she shifted to lie on her side and drape and arm and a leg across him.

Gregory was beginning to wonder if Algra actually didn’t know very much of the human Language or if she was just very direct.

"Yes ma'am." He was more than happy to acquiesce to that particular request.

“Oh! Fuck, I almost forgot. I've got something for you.”

Gregory shook his head and stood up, much to Algra's annoyance. Couldn't he ever just lie still? Outside the tent Gregory saw that the camp was getting into full swing as he poked out his head and his arm to grab Algra's wooden chest of possessions.

“Breakfast, master?" One of the slaves called to him from the fireplace. He Looked over and smiled appreciatively.

"Sure! Give me ten minutes!"

“Ten whats?" The slave seemed confused.

"Give me a Little while to get ready." ‘Yes, master." The slave nodded and returned the smile.

Gregory managed to tug the chest inside with him and turned to look at Algra.

“Your uncle said these were yours. He wanted you to have them back." Gregory explained as Algra looked at the chest, her eyes suddenly widening in shock.

"I don't want." She said firmly.

“Hm? Oh he didn't ask for anything in return. He just thought you should have them. He was very nice about...”

“I do not want broken things." Algra's tone was suddenly furious, though none of her rage was thankfully aimed at Gregory but rather the wooden vessel he had brought with him.

“Um...I don't think they're broke, Algra." Seeing that she was so upset by the thing, he quickly walked over to her, placing himself in the line of fire. There he crouched down to where she laid and she quickly sat up. "What's wrong?"

The orc had almost fallen into a rage but upon seeing the concern in Gregory's eyes she forced herself to calm down. Janette Looked wearily between them, not quite knowing what she might say or do.

“Those my things in different time. I not fit for them." She said.

“Alright, alright. Well they're not yours, they're mine right?" He reached out to run his hands over her upper arms. His touch steadied her even as she shot him a very dark Look.

"Yes." She didn't seem too happy about it.

‘Well I want to keep them. I won't open the chest. I won't make you do anything you don't want to. But I want to keep it, just in case you change your mind,” he said.

“I won't." She was perfectly adamant.

“Well then you don't have to bother with it again. It'll just stay in the corner and we won't have to worry about it. Now, let's get dressed and go eat something. Then you can take me and Janette to the stream and we can wash up."

The idea of bathing gave the orc a somewhat uncharacteristic excitement for such an act. Normally she wouldn't have bothered much with such a thing but washing herself with Gregory usually involved several orgasms and so she had definitely changed her attitude on the matter. Her face brightened considerably at the prospect and she promptly ignored the chest and began to turn and crawl toward where she'd shed her small fur garments.

“Greg?" Janette's voice spoke up.

“Yeah? Oh shit, you've only got your underwear haven't you?"