Eventually Gregory slowed to a complete halt and Janette moved to Look at him once again. She kissed his cheek affectionately and then his lips lovingly until she felt his smile against her mouth. It was at that point that she realised Algra was once again stood behind him as she peeked over his shoulder and realised that he'd moved during the time she recovered from her climax. She was now still holding him tightly but he was now stood right next to the stream.

“Don't you dare." Her eyes narrowed with warning.

That was when Algra walked up behind Gregory and pushed both him and Janette into the deeper waters of the stream. He stumbled at first before Landing on his ass in the middle of the freezing water. Janette had been in the process of wiggling herself free and came down hard in his lap. A side effect of which was that every inch of Gregory's still rigid Length suddenly slammed up inside her pussy. The contrast between the icy cold and the sudden thrill of excitement made both teenagers groan with shock as the Laughing of Algra followed behind them.

“S-see? It's n-not so bad when you get used t-to it." He shivered with a happy smirk on his lips.

“Shut up and w-w-warm me up Greg." Janette chided.

He did.

The happy threesome spent the morning there and left fully cleaned and only slightly sore from their exertions. None of them saw the pair of brightly coloured eyes looking at them again. Of course that didn't mean that those eyes weren't still watching.

Watching and waiting.

On their way back into the camp Gregory was treated to more sights of orcish day-to-day living. The previous evening when they had returned to Boluts part of the camp they had found its inhabitants settling down for the night. Most had been lolling around and relaxing after their day's work. In the full light of day however, that work was on full display. Orcs were nothing if not industrious in their occupations, and as the trio made its way along the dirt paths between the canopies of the various tents, they saw many elements of the Lives of the green giants.

The most prominent occupation, it seemed, was fighting. During the evening most of the orcs who weren't on duty had retired from their training grounds. Now it was impossible to walk anywhere in the camp without hearing the audible clang of weapons. Gregory stopped to watch six orcs duel in pairs. There was nothing orderly about their tactics. No discipline what-so-ever. Of course from what he saw it wasn't as if they needed it. It became obvious that orc fighting was not entirely unlike the way of old Norse berserkers. Tactics seemed to begin and end with building up enough blinding rage to overpower the opponent. They also fought with an extraordinary amount of skill despite that demonic battle-rage.

It wasn't exactly elegant, but Gregory still wouldn't have wanted to be on the receiving end of any of those blows. He'd heard that medieval armies carried battering rams into battle to break down enemy gates. Somehow he doubted the orcs would need such things.

“C'mon Greg." Janette tugged at his arm, obviously not finding the fighting quite so entertaining.

He conceded and they continued their walk. They passed an Orc seated in an open tent whilst clanging a massive hammer down upon a metal chest-plate in order to bash out a dent in the black steel.

That was when they came upon a tent outside which an orcish couple were busily and loudly rutting in the dirt. Janette immediately squeezed Gregroy's hand and huddled in tighter against him. Gregory tried not to gawp at the lewd, open display. Instead, he turned to Algra who apparently hadn't even noticed the massive orc slamming his mate eagerly from behind.

“Does that happen a lot?" He asked.

“Hm?" Algra Looked over to the coupling pair. The female orc grunted and let out a wild roar of pleasure. "She is in heat. He is her slave." That didn't exactly explain things the way Gregory hoped.

“I mean, why don't they go inside?" A few other orcs had moved up to watch the mating couple, one hooted a quick cheer for them as he passed by with his cart.

“It isn't raining." Algra was looking at Gregory as if he was unwell.

“Oh, well, alright then." He blinked and looked away from the orcs who were still eagerly enjoying themselves and gently led a gawping Janette down the path.

“What's your hurry?" The redhead asked with a playful lilt in her voice.

“No hurry. I want to get back and see Bolut. I'd like to at least introduce myself to the folks that work for him and learn about what they get up to. If I'm responsible for them all then I at least want to know who they are." Gregory said.

"That is good. I must speak with Grolfir," Algra added in such a way that it was unmistakably clear they weren't invited.

“Sure, just stay out of trouble. Oh and I've got a job for you Janette." Gregory turned to look at the pretty redhead who seemed slightly surprised that she was apparently about to be useful.

“Anything, my master." She bowed deeply and smirked at him all the way down and back up again.

“Stop stroking my ego." Greg chided and gave her firm bottom a Light pinch.