"Yes, my love,” Algra had also recently taken to dirty talk, after seeing the effect it had in enlivening his fearsome Libido. "I want to feel it on my skin. I want to Lick your hot cum from her face, and her tits. Give it to us!"

Alright, maybe staying out on that edge wasn't going to last nearly as long as he'd thought.

The results of their efforts were so explosive that the women responsible yelped in surprise when his orgasm ripped up through his body. The cum blasted from the tip of his length to sail through the air. It Landed across Janette's cheek and over her bare shoulder, where it began to cascade down along the curve of her breast.

Algra moved her head and opened her mouth to allow the following gush to splatter across her tongue and flow down her throat. She was soon supplanted by Janette as the greedy girl nudged her out of the way to plant her lips directly around Gregory's cock and suck up the third and fourth offerings being pumped up through his shaft. The potency of his ejaculation steadied, and Janette relinquished him so that the last of his cum sprayed over their faces.

The intense high of the orgasm was prolonged by the sight of the pair of them when they turned away from him toward each other and began making out. Their kiss was downright Licentious; with their mouths open for their cum-seasoned tongues to openly wrestle before his eyes. It started out as an act of brazen exhibitionism, but soon heated up into something more. Both Algra and Janette took good care of his insatiable libido; much to their own fulfilment. Yet their own friendship had deepened into something more than passing fun between them. Both women had discovered that they had often begun to crave each other almost as much as they wanted Gregory.

Their kiss soon became less about showing off for him and more about enjoying each other. He was left to watch in the aftermath of his own climax whilst they each stripped away the clothing left on their lower bodies, and shifted around to aim their tonguing toward more intimate regions. Whilst they scrambled together, they fell from the rock to land with a Light thud on the soft grass beneath. Algra took the brunt of the fall, but didn't miss a moment in laying back and spreading her legs whilst the human settled over her to begin lovingly running her nimble fingers over the glistening green lips of her lover's pussy.

"So, should I just sit up here and twiddle my thumbs?" Gregory asked, after finally managing to catch his breath again.

“Twiddle whatever you want, baby," Janette looked up at him; a grin lighting up her cum-stained features with amusement. "I need to clean up this naughty pussy here. Look at how wet you made it!"

She highlighted her point by moving her index and middle fingers to part Algra's green folds and show the Lighter insides.

“Ok, well I'm going to go get healed up before you two bruise me up any more than training did. That alright?"

Janette had already replaced her fingers with her mouth, and judging from the appreciative moans she was making it seemed like Algra was happily returning the favour beneath her. She did, however, Lift one arm up to show she'd heard him by offering a thumbs-up to his question.

He reluctantly Left his two lovers in the process of loving each other and made his way back through the jungle toward home. It was difficult to leave them there knowing that they would probably welcome him to join them in some far more sordid activities if he so desired. A very convincing part of him turned almost rebellious at the notion; but he knew that if he didn't get some treatment for the aches and pains he'd picked up during training he'd regret it come the next day. Even tensing up after that incredible blowjob was now causing the pain in his muscles to return with a vengeance.

The merchant camp was familiar ground, albeit a good deal quieter now the trading caravan had departed for the north. Only a skeleton crew of human slaves remained, and they were mostly the artisans who spent most of the days replenishing Bolut's stocks. Gregory nodded and smiled at those who greeted him before going about their business. It didn't take him long to spot Valise preparing their afternoon meal on a skillet over a hot fire. The pure, white dresses she always favoured often caught his eye amongst the colourful sights of the camp.

“Something smells good," he noted as he approached; watching her throw a cut of meat onto the skillet to give a harsh sizzle.

“It's Lenian Boar. Noted for their juicy meat, and tusks that can be ground into a potent aphrodisiac." She turned her head to look at him with a friendly smile.

Really? Ground boar tusk as an aphrodisiac? That actually works?"

"I wouldn't know. Giving my current lover an aphrodisiac would be exhausting. He does rather well without any encouragement."

“Glad to hear it. Do you think you might get any free time soon to stop your current lover from feeling Like he's just been sunbathing under a stampede of Lenian boars?"

The joke made her smile broaden and her blue eyes glimmer like freshly polished sapphires. She wore her long, silvery-blonde hair uncharacteristically loose about her shoulders. Gregory enjoyed the change immensely. She skewered the meat with a long metal fork and flipped it over to Let off a fresh hiss on the skillet.

"I think I might manage it. How did training go today?" she asked.

“Brutal, but rewarding. I think we might actually do some damage when we get back out on the proving grounds. The trick will be to keep from receiving too much damage and watching each other's backs."

Valise nodded, her expression growing more serious. She patted the spot on the grass beside her. He nodded and took a seat to continue his thoughts on the day's training whilst she listened attentively and finished up her cooking. It had become something of a ritual between them, and something that helped immensely to clear his head and get his thoughts straight. He'd tried similar things with Janette and Algra but neither was quite as helpful despite their good intentions.

Janette often interrupted to ask too many questions, which was largely due to her desire to learn how to fight for herself. The habit was endearing and practical, but it often put him off his own train of thought. Algra went rather too far in the other direction and remained silent whilst he spoke. She'd shut him up abruptly on one occasion and explained that her instinct was to do exactly what they were trying not to and fight using traditional orc battle tactics. Again, it was perfectly understandable given that they worked for her, but it made her unsuitable for discussing his miniature tactical revolution.

Valise listened attentively, and had grown familiar enough with him to focus her questions on flaws in his natural way of thinking. He second-guessed himself far too much, and as a result he had a bad habit of over thinking things. She kept him on track. He suspected that she knew quite a bit about military strategy from the things she asked him. For quite a while now, he'd been operating under the assumption that Valise knew everything. It was just easier that way.

“It sounds to me as if you are ready," she said after he'd finished summing up the session. "And it seems as if the time has come for me to share my past with you."