“Great, I'll draw up a list." Gregory blew out a slightly perplexed sigh.

Algra quickly clouted him over his shoulder.

“ow!

"I have no trouble with your lusts, my love. But do not take any partner for granted."

“Oh, right. I'm sorry. I wasn't really thinking about that just then, but you're right that I should have been. Feel free to smack me again if I start taking anyone for granted." He nodded towards her.

“I always feel free to smack you, my mate." Algra returned his serious nod.

He laughed at that. She merely smiled confidently.

When they reached the centre of the camp many of the other human slaves bowed respectfully at Gregory's passing in the same way they had done for Bolut. Before he could move towards a familiar group of his friends, Algra pulled him back.

“There is something you must now know. As my mate, you will be expected to tend the fire," she explained.

"What?" Gregory Looked over to the campfire and saw that it was roaring hot enough to cook with.

“But it looks fine. Could get dangerous if I put anymore wood on it."

For some reason, Algra found this very funny indeed. Once she'd finished laughing, she shook her head and gave him an affectionate little pat on the chest.

“That is not the meaning of my words. I will speak more later. I hunger. Go. I know how you like to be clean. Wash and then come to eat.”

He watched her walk off towards the cooking pot, wondering if he'd ever figure the woman out. Then he Looked to where she had nodded and found the courtesan's tent. God, he loved his new mate.

Making his way over to where Lydia, Fiona, and Talina made their rest, he pulled back the canopy and stepped inside.

He immediately found himself enjoying the sight of the wondrous feline form of Fiona and the curvy delights of Lydia as they reclined side by side with a small board between them. It seemed to be some sort of game he wasn't familiar with. When they turned to look at him he offered them both a respectful Little bow of his own.

“Master, it is good to see you." Fiona raised up to her knees and offered a promiscuously inviting bow that involved the lowering of her tiger-striped upper body down to the ground whilst her firm rear and long tail swished up into the air.

“It is," Lydia agreed as she also shifted up to her knees, forgetting the board game and nodding respectfully to him.

"I can't quite put into words just how good it is to see you both.” Gregory gave them a broad grin that was soon reflected in their own faces. "I seem to have been playing in the dirt. I don't want to run down to the river at this time of night and I remembered that this is one of the few places I've ever seen soap and warm water. Do you mind?"

On the contrary, both women seemed more than a little excited to find him in their tent once again. Each cast a small contented glance to the other and they soon both nodded their heads in agreement.

Fiona rushed off to warm some water over the fire whilst Lydia took Gregory by the hand and tugged him further inside the tent.

"We had thought you had forgotten us, master," she said in a particularly melodic voice.

“I'm really not your master at the moment, Lydia.”

“Oh, but you are! Grolfir took away your property, but Bolut made sure we knew that you were to be in charge whilst he was away. We are to serve you as best we can." She then slipped off that tiny bikini top of hers and cast her hair back over her shoulders to leave her large, round breasts bare before his gaze.

“How may I serve you, master?”