A shift in the canopy behind her let her feel a quick breeze across the back of her neck. Janette simply couldn't take her eyes away from the sight before her. She saw Gregory look over to her and cast her a lecherous little wink. That was when she felt another set of familiar arms wrapping about her waist from behind to pull her back against taut muscle and soft, plump breasts. A glance was cast over her shoulder whereupon she came face to face with Algra. Janette allowed herself a little moan as the orc woman peeled open the fur cloak and slipped her fingers down between Janette’s already open legs

The sight of his two women so lewdly sharing in each other's touch made Gregory slam his hips harder against Fiona who mewled with gleeful appreciation. He then decided upon how he would reach his own peak and turned his attention to the tigress on her hands and knees before him. Whilst plunging his length deep inside her, he grasped her flanks and roughly urged her to roll onto her back in amidst the pillows. Her inner muscles squeezed and twisted about his length as she was moved to lie there and look up at her new master with hungry feline eyes.

“I want to Look into those eyes," he professed as he Lowered himself to claim her with his seed. It wasn't the first time that afternoon that he'd done so.

Fiona was only too happy to meet his gaze as her hands lifted to his shoulders and her legs fell open before wrapping around his waist possessively.

“Fuck me, master," she purred.

Gregory didn't need the encouragement but he was glad of it regardless and her words enticed his body to begin the quick, hard grind against hers. Those green eyes quickly brightened whilst her slitted pupils dilated with fresh desire for the male. He felt the tips of her claws digging into his shoulders but he'd be damned if he was going to let that stop him. Fiona's breath came heavily and washed across his neck and over his gleaming pectoral muscles. As he felt that slow, steady, simmering heat building inside him, he lowered his body to settle upon hers. Soft rounded tits moulded against hard muscle as her fur covered body provided a uniquely appealing touch against his smooth skin. That long black hair pooled around her in a dark halo across the soft cushions beneath them.

When Fiona could bear the rise no longer, her eyes closed tightly and her lips parted for him to quickly claim them in a kiss that blazed with searing passion. Her tight pussy quickly fluttered her slick inner walls around is cock before he felt those incredible muscles convulse and squeeze at him again. This time, he allowed that sweet cunt to claim what it hungered for as his fresh, salty cum pulsed up through his length to spurt deep inside the gorgeous woman. A Little moan of heightened shock from Fiona was stifled in their constant duel of tongues and she soon felt the low growl of his lust quivering against her lips.

She felt his Liquid heat pour deep inside her and held him tightly with her thighs as he started to thrust again through his own release. Finally, as the moment passed into a very sweet memory, she unravelled her limbs from him and he set a final little brush of his lips against hers before rising up to rest back on his knees.

Deep breaths made his chest rise and fall as he looked over to the orc and the redhead and chuckled softly to himself as he saw Algra's fingertips dancing over Janette's clit. Both women were necking hungrily, their wet suckling noises filled the tent in the absence of the sounds of heavier screwing. It certainly didn't take much of that to draw a fresh squeal from the girl's mouth and Greg saw her panties were quickly soaked to the point of becoming brazenly see-through. This brought up an interesting question.

“How do you three stay so clean?" He Looked back to Talina since Fiona was still purring from her orgasm and her eyelids had fluttered closed.

“We bathe each other, master." Talina smiled with a little Laugh carrying inside her sultry voice.

“Where?"

"In here of course. Sponges and hot water," she explained.

"Ah." Well that was simple enough.

“Would you Like us to bathe you, master?" Talina crawled up to her hands and knees to prowl over towards him.

“I would. And my friends here..." He added. Algra gave him a disgruntled look. She'd just washed herself that morning. The man was a hygiene freak.

As it turned out, the bathing was not the slightest bit disagreeable as the three courtesans tended to the three companions with loving care. Talina washed Gregory, her hands gently pressing away the tension of all his afternoon exertion as the sponge washed away the sweat and the sex from his body.

“Do you mind if I stay a while, Greg?" Janette's request lifted to his ears on a content little murmur as she enjoyed the feel of Lydia's hands upon her naked breasts.

“Sure. I kind of want to stay forever after this afternoon but I need to see what Bolut's been up to and meet with Valise. Algra, you coming?" He turned to look at the kneeling orc woman and felt his cock immediately twitch at the sight of her nude green skin being washed by Fiona. The sight of the two beautiful creatures was both incredibly strange and inherently arousing.

Algra gave a nod in agreement and reached over to grab her clothing. Greg turned around to give Talina a farewell kiss and a whisper of thanks for making him feel so welcome before he reluctantly searched out his own pants.

I'm sorry but no. These clothes are dirty and I'll not have you walking around camp in them." Talina moved with a shocking degree of speed as she snatched Greg's pants from his grasp.

“Well I need to go and I'm not strolling about bare assed out there.” He smirked to her despite his words.

“Master must await my return," she said before grabbing up his other clothes to be washed. She placed her own cloak over her shoulders whilst forgoing wearing anything beneath before she disappeared out of the tent and he was left looking to Fiona and Lydia. "Not that I'm complaining, but aren't I the one that's supposed to be in charge around here?"

“Yes master." Both women chimed together just a bit too innocently. Talina quickly returned with some fresh garments. He was a Little surprised to see the orcish Leather in her hands as she handed it over. Upon closer inspection, he found the pants he had been offered were actually not pants at all but a style of medieval trunks. The material was hard upon the outer skin and soft along the inner Lining with long straps of studded leather falling about from just below the belt Line. Fresh fur boots were also offered up by the woman that had been fitted in his size.

It wasn't what he'd expected. This was the garb of an orc rather than what the human slaves wore around the camp. With a deep breath, he took the garments and slipped into them. Those long leather straps fell about his bare muscular thighs and his chest was completely bared for all to see. The boots slid up to just below his knees and already felt ridiculously comfortable thanks to their inner fur lining.