"Master, in his enduring wisdom and refined handsomeness," at this point, Talina playfully lowered her head to bow before him "would like to know more about the camp. I am to introduce him to his new slaves whilst he Leaves me to whimper with my pussy all wet. It isn't Talina pouted despite the mischief still prevalent in her eyes.

Gregory's eyes nearly popped out to bounce over the ground. His cheeks quickly started to burn hot at the brazen words of his guide.

“Now Talina, have mercy on the dear boy." Valise lifted her fingertips to her lips and Laughed a soft sweet melody.

“But I'm horny!"

“Hush dear." Valise gently chided before turning her attention to Gregory.

“I make and sell potions here in the camp as well as occasionally helping Emmet and Bolut with certain tasks when their workload becomes too heavy."

Gregory tried to take his attention off of Talina, who had slid herself up against him once more. She seemed to be doing some very naughty things with her fingers underneath her cloak, or so it seemed from her half Lidded eyes and the hot breaths she kept blowing against his neck.

“W-what kinds of potions do you sell?" Greg could barely form a coherent thought right then and was slightly amazed at still having the mental faculties to ask that question.

“Healing salves, healing elixirs, potions of vigour or stamina. The orcs aren't so interested. They mistrust me. I tend to keep to minor effects because of that mistrust."

“Why do they..." Talina finally made him Lose all control as she Licked her warm wet tongue along the lobe of his ear. "...excuse me."

After politely begging the pardon of the matronly Valise, he turned to Talina and crushed his Lips against hers in a kiss that made her squeal with muffled enthusiasm. Beneath her robe, her fingers were pushed aside and replaced by his own skilled touch caressing the slippery Lips of her saturated pussy.

It took all of thirty seconds before her long slender legs quivered and she groaned into his kiss whilst her hot nectar cascaded down over his fingers. With the sex crazed female momentarily sated, Gregory continued to gently caress the soft wet folds of her pussy as his lips pulled away and he Looked back to Valise.

“Sorry about that. As I was saying; why do they mistrust you?" He breathed a sigh of relief as Talina's sinfully appealing touch ceased to a mere hug of adoration.

Valise was looking at him with a mixture of knowing amusement and wry admiration. She'd never seen anyone deal with Talina's attention seeking ways quite so efficiently.

"Orcs have a distrust of magic and magic is an ingredient of alchemy. It is nothing personal, but they would rather seek other means of attaining what my wares might offer. Still, my concoctions sell far more than anything else when Bolut travels into the human kingdoms with his caravan." There was a hint of pride in her voice.

“I'm sure they do. Would it be possible for you to visit me later? I've never seen any magic of any kind. If you could demonstrate the effects of your talents for me then I would be extremely grateful."

“Of course, master. It would be my pleasure." Valise's knowledgeable smile broadened into something made from genuine relish. It was clear that his interest was something she wasn't used to and she was obviously eager to prove herself.

“Don't go to too much trouble though. I don‘t want to be wasting your stock or anything Like that.”

Valise's smile widened amiably and she nodded her acquiescence.

“Now for you," Gregory turned his attention to Talina with a look of playful scorn brightening his expression, “if you're so hell bent on distracting me then so be it. Let's go visit your friends."

Talina's cheshire cat grin was downright scintillating.

“Well finally." She grabbed one of his hands in both of hers and playfully pulled him away from the alchemist toward the largest of the tents in which her sisters practiced their carnal art form.

Gregory played along with her and allowed himself to be pulled into what turned out to be quite the den of sin. Each corner of the tent had a thin sheet of sheer white material hanging down to the ground. The floor was covered in a patchwork mix of cushions and a subtle scent of perfume carried through the air. He didn't know if it was simply for his benefit but the cleanliness of the tent impressed him considerably. Given the acts that must have gone on there it felt notably fresh. The tent was big enough to stand up in and he was Led into the centre before Talina placed her hands on his shoulders and gently pushed him down to sit amongst the soft pillows beneath him.

“Do we approve?" Talina stepped back as the question rang out to the three covered corners of the tent.

“We do." A soft husky purr slipped forth from behind one of the sheer coverings. Gregory turned his head and could just make out the vague shadow of a feminine form behind it.