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Algra's eyes widened and she stood a Little more upright. Her guard didn't completely fall but Gregory resisted the strong urge to slip into the advantageous position that her surprise offered him. If he pushed his Luck, she'd figure him out in a snap and then likely snap something of his to make a point. So instead, he continued to play the innocent and pursue his question.

"I'm just saying, how can I focus on keeping myself in the fight when all I can think about is tearing off your clothes? Is there some sort of trick you use?"

Algra's answer came in the form of a Lunge that didn't bear her usual degree of finesse and style. After Gregory had tactfully sidestepped the attempt to get her hands on him, he noticed Algra‘s gaze fall down over his body to rest on the front of his trunks. He was crazy about the gorgeous orc, but subtlety wasn't exactly one of her specialities.

“See? I mean, I'm trying to stand here in my usual fighting stance but it gets kind of awkward when you're making me so hard. Especially in these tight Leather trunks you jammed me into.” He Lowered his guard to gesture to his crotch where Algra saw a thickening bulge rising out stubbornly against the tough leather.

She lunged for him again, but forgot to take her eyes off of that bulge until it was far too late. This left her with a lot of momentum and little direction, and Gregory swiftly sidestepped the attack and reached across to give her ass a lusty squeeze before she could recollect herself.

“It's Like you've got this unfair advantage." Gregory deftly ducked under one of Algra's counter swings for his face before hopping back onto the favoured ground.

“In the provings, I'd want to beat my opponents. But you? I associate a hot and sweaty Algra Strongblood with some very happy moments in my life. It's hard to want to put you down when all I can think about is how much I want to pin you up against that tree.”

His words had a very alarming effect of making the gorgeous orc lose her sense. The Long-fight be damned. She wanted to attack him, to get him close against her and feel him inside her. She also wanted to break his nose. It was a conflict of interest that was making her fighting skills somewhat erratic.

Gregory didn't help matters when instead of dodging her next charge, he ran right back at her. He only broke his momentum the moment before what would surely have been a bone-crunching impact in order to swerve off to one side and grapple her. This had the rather spectacular effect of making him swing around his muscular lover and settle his feet in the earth behind her. Instead of taking his chances and trying to put her on the ground, he instead Lowered his head and tenderly ran his lips across a spot on the nape of her neck that usually made her groan. His hands lifted to cup her breasts over that little fur top that barely constrained the voluptuous, green globes.

She felt him behind her, the strong musculature of his broad chest along with the thickness of his thighs Leading upwards to that firm rise in his trunks now pressing tightly against her rear. A threatening growl Lifted from her throat, but she pushed her gloriously firm behind back against that pleasant Lump.

Gregory wasn't stupid enough to press his luck too much. Stimulating Algra's libido along with her battle-lust at the same time was a dangerous tactic. One wrong move and he'd have a very horny orc on top of him and likely beating the crap out of him at the same time. Breaking the slow grind they were starting together, he gave Algra a rude shove forward whilst holding onto her little skirt. The stitches of thread that held it together tore apart to leave her standing only in the small fur top. She didn't seem to mind that she was baring her lower delights and the sight of her almost distracted him enough for her to turn the tables in their Little game. Seeing her toned bare legs rise up to that finely rounded ass was very distracting. That wasn't even mentioning the way she glistened in the afternoon sun at the apex of her thighs when she swiftly turned around to face him.

He caught the faintest hint of her musk in the air, and the teasing abruptly came to an end. She saw it in his eyes, that ravenous hunger for her that never quite seemed sated.

In combat, the male's main problem was a lack of focus. As she said, he spent far too much time planning his movements and not enough time actually moving. Except when something Like anger served as a lens to narrow his thoughts into one single goal. Algra had seen it in him before, and knew just how much more deadly her master could be in those brief moments when he lost himself to the fight.

She saw a similar change in him then, as his attentions slipped away from shifting from one stance or movement to the next and he wanted nothing more than to claim her.

What's more, Algra usually found her own focus easily enough in riding her battle-rage after spending two decades mastering the correct mindset for a fight. The problem was that ever since they had met something about him had deftly slipped beneath her guard. Perhaps it was simply because the first time she had laid eyes on him she'd been half-insane with desire, and ever since whenever she saw him something inside her called back to that time when she wallowed in the depths of heat.

That he had so eagerly and thoroughly ravished her soon after, sating that maddening lust and bringing her back to the world in a series of explosive orgasms? Well, that had probably helped.

The end result was simply that Algra didn't have her usual level of focus when she faced him. Sure, even with her mind occasionally running astray it was easy for the trained warrior to best him in open combat, but when he was so blatantly baiting her to the call of the rut?

He was definitely going to get it.

In the same instant, each of them roared their own battle cry and leapt into combat.

Janette's eyes widened in momentary terror as it seemed like her two lovers were about to rip each other to pieces. It was only after the first few blows had been struck that the rising cry in her throat fizzled out and she was left watching in wide-eyed wonder.

Gregory was fighting like a warrior born. She'd seen him try to use his own training before, and it had even proved effective against the Likes of Bolut and had doubtless kept him alive more than once since they had found the ring. When he went up against Algra, it just didn't work. In the previous days he'd told her he'd tried everything he could think of from his training back on Earth. Karate, judo, kick-boxing, even a couple of styles of kung-fu he'd been practising before Arolius. Nothing had gotten close to working against the orc.

Janette didn't know what style or technique he'd adopted. She privately branded it Fuck-Fu and with bated breath she watched a sudden and vicious display of strikes crash between the two fighters. Both male and female moved faster than Janette had ever seen before, shifting without thought or care for anything but each other.

Algra struck him across his shoulder as he feinted to shift his head out of the way. Instead of trying to shift for better footing, he Wrapped his arm around hers to hold her extended limb in place before smashing his fist into her ribs with three sharp and powerful blows.

Growling fiercely at the attack, Algra used the grip they had on each other along with her raw strength to shift herself and fling him over her hip. It might have been the end of another bout right there, but this time Gregory moved with the throw and landed on his feet with his hands grasping onto one of her thighs and his head Lifting up directly between her legs.