“Perhaps he's preparing you to take over from him. We all know how clever you are, and the poor man is getting on in years."

Talina rolled her eyes.

“He's just wanting to check up on something. Tell him I'll be out in a little while."

Torren had turned a very alarming shade of scarlet by that point after having a pair of beautiful women conduct a casual conversation over his nude body. He shuffled his shoulders to try and Lift himself up onto his elbows. The sudden slap to his cheek was swift and lightning quick. It wasn't the first time Talina had slapped him Like that. It didn't particularly hurt him, except to leave a brief and mild stinging sensation on his skin. He blinked and before he could figure out what he'd done wrong he found himself looking up into Talina's pale green eyes along the length of her finger which was suddenly pointed at the tip of his nose.

"Stay," she commanded. He didn't move.

“Good boy." She grinned and gave his head a little pat.

Lydia raised her hand to her mouth to try mot to Laugh aloud at the treatment. Talina had a very odd way of showing affection, though few men complained about it. Torren sank back to lie down beneath her and the corner of his mouth turned up in a little smile. It was hard to be mad at the woman with his cock lodged inside her and returning to its formerly rigid state more and more by the moment.

Talina slid off of him and shifted to his side where she knelt down and lowered her lips to give the tip of his glistening manhood a playful little kiss. After that, she licked their mixed love juices from her mouth and gave him an affectionate wink.

“Stay here, Torren. I'll return soon." Talina lifted herself to stand and reached out to grab her long, hooded cloak and cast it over her bare shoulders. She spent a Little time after that affixing her sandals to her feet before blowing her lover a kiss goodbye and departing the tent with Lydia.

For her part, Lydia was adorned in her usual small bronze bikini that highlighted her curves magnificently. Not much modesty could be seen about her Luscious frame, Perhaps even more so than her two closest friends, Lydia was quite the exhibitionist. In the heat of the orc encampment, her skimpy attire was a small blessing. She often Looked at Torren working the furnace in his tunic and cringed for the poor Lad. Although she had to admit that it seemed the gods had finally favoured him as of late.

"I see you've got him well trained." The curvy courtesan quirked a brow toward Talina in amusement.

“He's coming along nicely." Talina lifted her nose loftily whilst keeping her tone tellingly neutral.

"You seemed to be cumming along quite nicely too, from what I saw in there." Lydia contemplatively looked over her shoulder back towards their tent. "Do you mind if I try him? I have to admit, I didn't think much of our resident blacksmith before you took him under your wing.”

“He's mine. Train your own," Talina snapped.

Lydia let out a little throaty laugh.

“Alright! You can sheathe the claws. I was only curious."

Silence reigned for a few moments as they walked through Bolut's camp at a leisurely pace.

“What are you wanting Torren for anyway? Is the master not keeping you satisfied?"

Lydia frowned at that and offered a shrug of her shoulders that made her sizeable breasts bounce and strain against the tiny arrangement of strings and cloth confining them.

“Gregory has been distant. He wanders off all day into the wilds with Algra. His mind is elsewhere when we bathe him. I've tried to capture his attention. He hardly seems to notice. Between Janette, Algra, and Valise, he has his nights occupied well enough."

“He is a man. Subtlety is hardly going to be his strength. If you want him, then offer yourself more blatantly."

“He saw through one of your masks, Talina. I hardly think he needs help seeing what's right in front of him." Lydia folded her arms across her bountiful bosom and pouted to herself.

“The best place to hide is always in plain sight, Lydia. People don't look for things that are right before their eyes." Talina's gaze shifted forward when Bolut's caravan came into view on the road at the edge of the camp. The other human slaves were busily packing up the wares onto the large cart and the enormous oxen were being settled and fed in preparation for the journey.

“Fine then! I'll just march in his tent this evening and bend over his table after carefully lettering the words "Fuck" and “Me" on my rear end. A word on each cheek. How's that?"

“Perhaps you shouldn't be that blatant." Talina offered her friend a little curve of her lips.