Still hidden in the foliage, Ulla grinned her approval.

“He learns fast."

ULf nodded his agreement. Though he wasn't certain that it would be fast enough.

"If he is well, then he should return to the pack," ULf noted.

“Well if he's as useful as he was last time, we're better off without him.

“That's not the point, Ulla. He has a duty now."

“The human is barely a week out of his sickbed, ULf. And he looks to be training to fight rather than readying himself to run. Give him another week before telling Ulag he's ready to return.”

The idea of letting the human have a holiday whilst the rest of the pack trained together hardly sat right with ULf. He frowned at the decision and considered that Gregory didn't seem the type to back down Ulla was right. He wasn't going to run. Then, when she reached out and put her hand on ULf's shoulder, she made his decision easier.

“He get's a week. No more." Ulf said.

"Good, now come. We must return. Let us leave the human to his fight." They both heard the sudden sound of a loud thud and a low groan of pain before turning back to see Algra stood over Gregory who she'd just handily dumped into the mud, face first.

“Maybe we should give him two weeks." Ulla suggested.

ULf Let out a passive and unimpressed grunt before turning away to walk back to the camp.

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Lydia heard the familiar noises coming from within the tent of the courtesans before she even laid eyes on it. As she moved closer, she could discern the familiar deep male grunts sounding out in rhythm with her friend's almost melodic feminine moans. It did not take a mastermind to figure out what she was about to walk in on, and after knowing both of the suspected subjects for years it would certainly be weird to just drop in on them mid-coitus.

Not that it would stop her from peeking on them, given that she had a good excuse. Reaching the canopy, she flipped open the cover and ducked inside to see the passion driven couple in all their naked glory, busily trying to outrace each other to a climax.

The pair didn't notice Lydia's entrance. Talina's eyes were closed tightly with her lips parted to release lustful pants of air from her lungs. Her head lolled back as she continued to ride her Lover toward what must have been a closely incoming crescendo. For his part, the young blacksmith found it quite easy to compare the feel of her clenching sheath sliding up and down his hot steel to his idea of pure heaven. Even after weeks of Talina's erotic attentions, Torren couldn't quite believe she was all his. It was hard to remember there even was a world beyond her in those stolen moments, let alone notice any prying eyes enjoying the show.

Lydia watched the way Talina expertly shifted her hips in quick, sharp movements and found herself somewhat impressed with the way Torren's big hands grasped her waist to help those movements along. She'd known him for a long time, although they hadn't talked much except when she needed his smithing services. He'd always tended to slouch, and he was a dedicated daydreamer. His quiet ways and bulky frame hadn't exactly made him the talk of the Ladies of the camp, but Lydia could certainly see why he'd kept Talina's interest. For one thing, he might have been somewhat large framed, but she was shocked to see just how much of that extra weight was hard muscle. He might have enjoyed food a Little more than he should have, but he also spent every day working hammer and forge. It showed. What's more, given that she could now clearly see exactly what was giving Talina cause to moan as it slid inside her over and over again, Lydia had to admit she should have given him more attention in times past. The voyeur thought about interrupting the very happy couple for a few moments before deciding she'd take the high road and wait patiently for them to finish.

"Yes! Yes! YES!" Talina's Lips curled into a smile that quivered around her cries of pleasure. She pushed herself down hard with each passing moment to thrust every inch of her Lover deep inside her. Each gliding movement stoked the fire inside her until she could finally burn no brighter.

The slender beauty pressing her hands to his broad chest and letting her pussy convulse around him drove Torren over the edge. A fiery detonation that he'd been building bubbled up his length to gush into her welcoming body. Heat. Lust. Bliss. The trinity of sensation filled them both as their climax brought them together harshly and then fell away into a soft, relaxing lull.

Talina lowered herself down upon Torren and let out a little Laugh of delight before she settled her lips to his and they kissed slowly and sensually.

“My, he has come a long way." Lydia put her hands together in a slow albeit genuine round of applause that the performance.

Talina didn't seem to hear or care about the compliment, but the heavy-framed blacksmith's eyes shot wide open upon hearing another voice in the tent. He broke the kiss in an effort to run off and hide some place where he could comfortably die of embarrassment. The woman currently impaled on his cock was having absolutely none of it. She rudely shoved him down by his shoulders before rising up on him to straddle his lap and absently brush away the Long wave of midnight hair that had fallen over her shoulders. Any struggle between the pair should have been overwhelmingly in favour of the powerful blacksmith, yet it was Talina who unmistakably emerged on top. A catlike grin settled on her Lips as her fingertips raked down his chest and she gave her bare rear a Little wiggle.

She felt Torren's length twitch inside of her with that movement and then she finally looked over to Lydia, mildly annoyed.

“Lydia, when I asked you and Fiona to keep out of the tent this morning so that Torren and I could be alone, did you think it was so we could compare notes on making horse shoes?" Despite the levity of her words, there was a distinctly lethal edge to Talina's tone.

“No, but I'm afraid Emmet insisted on the interruption. Bolut is about to take the trade caravan out into the human kingdoms and it seems that they can't do without you." Lydia shrugged, not quite knowing herself why Emmet required a trained courtesan for the job of counting and carrying goods. It wasn't exactly Talina's speciality.