Valise was something of a revelation in that department. Her slender figure and its gentle curves weren't something that would have caught his eye before, and yet now knowing what delights those curves allowed had made him take new stock of girls that weren't quite so well endowed. She was elegantly formed and beautifully sculpted, with smooth features that were damn near statuesque. That alabaster complexion of hers practically glowed from her recent exertions and the water that still made her seem to shine in the low light of the candles in the tent. Those petite breasts were prettily plump in their own way, the shape pleasingly rounded and her fair nipples clearly begging for attention.

Gregory licked his lips and decided to rise up and give those Little peaks the attention they so richly deserved when he was quickly pushed back down by Valise‘’s steady hand.

“No, not now. Talk, remember?" she said.

Gregory had a moment of irritation at that suggestion before he let out a laugh of his own.

"You want to talk Like this? Valise, I am always happy to Listen to your voice and your advice is always welcome. I just can't promise that I'LL be giving you the attention you deserve if you decide to start a conversation at the moment. I'm going to be slightly distracted." He quickly clenched his buttocks together and bounced Valise Lightly on top of him.

Her eyes widened and she Let out a Little gasp of pleasure. If he kept that Little trick up then she might have been the one having difficulty concentrating. Still, she pressed on. She gave his nose another Light flick of her finger to bring his eyes from her breasts up to her face.

“Then I shall have to keep your attention.“ There was something slightly menacing in the way she said that.

"Fine." Gregory agreed as he relaxed and made himself comfortable. Although with his tired Limbs laid out in the furs and the gorgeous elf witch firmly mounted upon his length it was hardly a difficult task to relax and enjoy himself.

“Good. I wished to talk to you about the way you have been fighting in your battle games." Her hands lowered to his chest and her palms flattened out across the hard muscle to gently slide her fingertips across the small cuts and grazes he'd picked up over the past few days.

“Fighting is a very generous word for what I've been doing out there. Getting my ass kicked in ways I didn't know it could be kicked is more like it," he grumbled.

“Yes. Stop that."

“Stop what? Getting the crap kicked out of me? Oh, wow, thanks for that, oh wise mentor. That's just the thing I've been doing wrong all this time. Why the hell didn't I think of that?" His eyes narrowed upon her.

"I believe the strategy of getting your ass kicked-as you so eloquently put it-is more of a choice than you think.”

“Really? How did you come up with that? All your years fighting in orc war packs? I've got the hang of fighting enough with the Runts that even Algra doesn't yell at me anymore. So what exactly is it that I'm doing wrong?"

Sensing his rising anger, Valise slowly shifted her hips in a slow circle. It was almost imperceptible, and yet she felt the rising tension in him dissipate somewhat and enjoyed the feeling of his Length swirling inside her.

“Algra wants you to be safe, Gregory. She does not want you to win. If you win, she thinks that you will take the ring back and leave her. So, she is happy for your pack to be beaten again and again."

“I don't believe that."

“Don't you?" She tilted her head slightly, her gaze oddly inquisitive.

“No, you do not. In truth, I don't think Algra has properly thought about it up here." She lifted her finger and tapped her brow.

“But I know that fear lingers in her heart. She would never speak out against you. She loves you deeply. Yet now you come home to her every night. In the provings you are tested but you are in no true danger any Longer. Rowun Strongblood was a great and proven warrior who fought many battles with dangerous enemies. She Loved him deeply too, and those enemies took him from her. I do not think she wants to lose another mate, and in her heart I think she is most comfortable with the current situation."

Gregory's expression grew troubled at Valise's words. It was very easy to overlook the woman in the camp, for Valise preferred to keep to herself and work her alchemy in private. He rarely had any problems with her and he counted her a close friend. In doing so he had obviously overlooked how much she observed when she was settled there in front of her tent with her potions for sale, Largely overlooked by everyone around her.

“If that's true, and I'm still not sure it is, but if you're right then what do you think I should do? Do you have any secret elfish way of fighting that could give me an advantage? Right now I think I'd need to become Batman to stand a chance against the other packs in the provings." He lifted one hand from where it rested on her hip and pushed away a few stray locks of dark hair that had spilled across his face.

"I know nothing of this Batman, but I suspect that you need only be yourself to prevail in your upcoming battles." She gently reached out to push away his hand and carefully did the job of tucking away his hair for him. Her light fingers traced across his brow comfortingly, and eased some of the frustration he felt with her line of conversation.

“Being myself hasn't gotten me anywhere but thrown on my ass so far." Gregory focused on the feel of the woman connected to him so intimately rather than the upsurge of many painful memories of defeat in the proving pits.

“That is because you are not yourself, dear one. You are trying to be an orc." Before he could give her a retort to that, she lowered herself to silence him with a Loving and tender kiss. Again, he relaxed when he felt those silken lips caressing his own. His arms lifted to hold her against him, but eventually she slipped away to rise above him again.