“Emmet will stay here with you, as will Valise and Torren. I know you have become close with them. It is good to have friends with you at the provings to talk of battle and victory."

“Heh! Yeah, victory." Gregory didn't sound very enthusiastic about that.

"Yes! Do not fear, my friend. After all, I managed to pass." He hefted his considerable gut for emphasis and his grin broadened. "You have passed many great tests since coming to us. I believe you will pass this one."

“That's what Janette just told me." “Then she is wise." Bolut nodded.

“I guess so." Gregory smiled.

“I'll let you get back to work. See you in a few months?"

Bolut waved goodbye before resuming his contemplative frown as he regarded the papers before him. Gregory turned to go find Algra and realised that he felt relieved. He was glad that Emmet, Valise, and Torren would be sticking around. They had indeed become friends, and in Valise's case quite a bit more than that. Talina, Fiona, and Lydia would also be staying at the camp of course, given their duties. Gregory had heard around the fire that Bolut didn't take the courtesans into the human lands. Humans were apparently quite a bit less restrained than orcs when the girls started their entertainments. The big orc theorised that this was probably due to their repressed sexual practices of only allowing the act behind closed doors and keeping much of the body hidden under their clothes. Gregory felt he should argue that point, but he was slightly disturbed to find that he didn't quite know how.

Still, he wasn't sure humanity was quite ready for fucking like rabbits in the street just yet.

* * OK Kk Making his way to the place he'd unofficially branded the Training Glade, he realised he was feeling considerably better about himself. Janette and Bolut had a point, and he'd done alright for himself. Especially after being hurled into a parallel dimension filled with mythological creatures that mostly seemed to want to either screw his brains out, bash them in, or in some special cases, both. He'd somehow managed to get himself a free pass to ravish a number of beautiful ladies, and if Bolut's caravan returned safely it seemed Like he'd have quite the small fortune on his hands. His new pack had accepted him, and he'd managed to face up to some seriously dangerous orcs and survive.

And he'd only nearly died once!

When he saw Algra standing in the glade in all her fierce beauty, he came to another quick realisation: Some things were very much worth dying for.

It didn't surprise him that she turned to knowingly Look upon him where he emerged from the tree Line. The beautiful orc had the senses of a wolf, and he'd made no effort to silence his approach to the glade.

What startled Gregory was the sight of his favourite emerald-skinned lady standing in the glade without a scrap of clothing covering her body. Even after all the times they had been together she was still breathtaking to behold in her alien beauty. She stood tall and proud, with her chin held high and a little mysterious smile playing around her small, white tusks. The wild mane of her black hair had been given attention for the first time since he'd known her. She had shaved the area about her temples to leave a thick Mohawk of wild black hair rising up across the top of her head and down to hang between her shoulders in a succession of intricately interlinking braids. The midnight colour of her hair contrasted against the gleaming golden rings linking those braids together.

Algra had always been a formidable figure to behold but in that place, with the golden light shining across her gorgeous figure, he saw that she could quite easily hold the mantle of a queen.

Her nude body stood delectably firm and gloriously honed. The radiant image was highlighted by a thin Layer of oil coating those appealing curves and scintillating slopes, making her skin gleam in a way that made his mouth water.

Whatever the reason for her newfound attention to her appearance, it certainly had a notable effect on Gregory. Before he quite gathered the faculties to consciously make any decisions he realised he was already running toward her. In fact, he was sprinting so fast that the world at his feet was a blur. When he finally reached her, she welcomed him into her arms as he grasped her about her waist and melded his mouth against hers.

The kiss that followed was downright ravenous. Passion sizzled through his blood and he felt her naked form ignite with a primal Lust of her own. Words were quite simply beyond him. His curiosity fell to the wayside in favour of feeling her body pressed to his.

She welcomed him with an eager and loving embrace, tasting the heady flavour of his lips and feeling the familiar flutter deep inside herself at having her Lover so close once again. They both enjoyed that moment just after the first contact, where the sizzle of excitement and anticipation melted into a familiar greeting of flesh caressing flesh.

The oil she had Lightly applied to her smooth skin had the exotic scent of the wildflowers in the surrounding jungle. He breathed her in, breaking their kiss only a moment to Look down into her eyes. Given his earlier trickery, he half expected to be paid back in kind. To find a fist smashing up from nowhere or to be shifted into a painful hold. Both of them knew it was easily within her abilities.

He didn't give a damn.

Instead of pummelling him, she instead reached down between them with both hands to tear apart the leather trunks he was wearing. It might have understandably terrified the average male to have so much raw power working so closely to such sensitive equipment. Gregory proved he was far from average, instinctively shifting his body against hers as his already aching Length sprung up into her waiting hands.

It was a unique pleasure to hold him there, with their bodies surrounding her firm grip. She watched his eyes glaze and his breath catch in his throat at the uniquely pleasant feeling of her hand stroking along his bare cock.

“Rise, my master," Algra purred the words forth as a velvet caress to his ears.

It took him a moment to actually understand those words given that as far as he could tell he was very much “risen.” Hell, if he arose any more he might put someone's eye out.

It was only when she lifted one hand to gently push at his shoulder that he got the idea and stood upright just how she wanted. Raising herself onto her knees and never releasing his cock from her enclosed fingers, she presented herself before him with a sultry smile.