They came together once more at the entrance to the tent where he took her in his arms to kiss her goodbye and she eagerly responded in kind before releasing him.

Once he was out in the open, he found the camp to be already busy with the activities of the morning. There wasn't as much to do with the caravan away, but everyone still needed feeding and there were still some stalls to set up. Torren did the most business in Bolut's absence, fixing up weapons and helping orcs with his own supplies. The smiths amongst the orcs tended to be master weapon and armour makers, and a lot of the more mundane tasks of a smith seemed beneath them. So having a human smith around willing to forge things like nails at a cheap price kept many orcs passing through the camp even with so little of the merchant's wares to sell.

It was usually Valise who took to the task of feeding everyone, but this morning it seemed that Lydia and Fiona had stepped in to take up the burden.

“Morning.” He nodded to them with a friendly expression as he passed.

“Morning, master.” Lydia said as both women were grinning from ear to ear as they watched him leave Valise's tent. "Nice night?"

"Grr... yeah, thanks."

It sounded Like Valise had a very nice night. I don't quite know what you were doing to her in there, but she seemed to agree with it frequently and loudly,” Lydia teased.

"We were talking about how to make the best cheese sandwich, and we both thought they taste better with pickles. Valise is very passionate when it comes to cheese sandwiches." Gregory nodded with a deadpan expression. Not so long ago, he might have turned bright pink at Lydia's teasing, but by now he'd gotten used to it.

“In that case, feel free to drop by later and we can talk about cake. You wouldn't believe what me and Fiona would do for cake, master. Would you like us to show you?”

“Sure, but excuse me a moment.” He sounded slightly tense. Though he'd successfully overcome his tendency to blush at Lydia's teasing, the woman could still unfailingly give him a raging erection with a few honeyed words.

Doing his best to think about cold showers and large spiders instead of the two gorgeous women sitting by their cooking pot, he made his way toward his tent. What he found within didn't exactly do much to calm him down.

Janette was perched upon the Large chest of Algra's former belongings that had been gifted to Gregory by Grolfir. She was completely naked, and using her arms to prop herself up into a seated position to better watch what was going on between her thighs. Her Legs were spread wide open, and between them Algra was crouched and equally naked with her lips pressed up against Janette's glistening pussy. Both women gleamed with a Light sheen of perspiration, and appeared thoroughly ravishing in the morning light that seeped through the canopy of their tent.

Janette's face was fetchingly flushed, and her lips were quivering as she struggled to catch her breath. He knew that as a key sign of an impending orgasm on the part of the beautiful young woman, and paused in his approach to watch it happen. It could be seen rising up through her as Algra’s well-practiced tongue Licked across her clit and through her sensitive folds. Her toes clenched, and her back arched to let more of that lustrous red hair spill over her shoulders in fiery waves. In that moment, she caught the shape of Gregory in the corner of her eye and focused upon him. An instant of panic claimed her as instinct kicked in and years of being told how naughty it was to be caught naked and about to climax on the lips of your lover. That moment of tension quickly shifted to a thrill of recognising him, and seeing the blaze of desire in his expression.

Janette knew his mannerisms as well as he knew hers by now. She knew by that look in his eyes that he wanted nothing more than to take her until they were both sore and spent. Naturally, she wanted to encourage that train of thought, and with the help of the rising climax emanating through her body, she put on quite the wanton display for him.

Her pink tongue drew a fresh gleam across her lips before they parted to release a low, sensuous moan that held back nothing in displaying her enjoyment. Her hand drew up along the luscious curves of her body to cup her bare breast and lightly pinch her hardened nipple. The combined trinity of having her lover licking at her clit, an orgasm freshly tearing up through her core, and her man watching the whole thing was enough to turn one climax into two. She Lay back along the length of the wooden chest to enjoy the second, and lifted her perfectly long legs up into the air.

Waiting until after her feet stopped quivering; Gregory stepped toward his women and made himself known to Algra for the first time. She turned and offered him an expression brimming with her own lust, and quickly lifted herself upright to step into his welcoming arms. The kiss that followed was ravenous, and the taste of Janette's sweet honey on the orc's Lips only inflamed his aching member all the more. It was only when he moved to begin tearing away his trunks and falling together with both women that Algra stopped him.

For a moment he thought he might have hurt her, or she might have noticed the sky was falling. "Restraint" wasn't generally a word that Algra seemed familiar with when it came to sex, and it seemed to him a very odd time to begin the practice. He was stunned when she pushed him away and shook her head, despite a clear hiss from between her teeth that showed her own frustration.

“Algra? What is it?" he asked.

“You are to return to provings today. It is not good to fuck so soon before a fight." She spoke between heavy breaths.

“Why the hell not!?" Both Gregory and Janette had snapped out of their lusty haze to yell the same thing in unison.

Algra gave them both a level stare and then shook her head.

“Because fucking and fighting both take same power from body. It is good to fuck before sleep when a fight comes with morning. It is not good to show up to fight still feeling fucked."

“Dammit, Algra. Don't start kissing me like that and then go making all kinds of abstract but weirdly understandable rules about how there's a proper time and place for everything.” Gregory grumpily shifted his hard length inside his trunks.

“Next time I hit you instead. Will make you better prepared for pain in provings." Algra gave him a dangerously impish smile before turning to walk over to the bed where she went to Lie down and close her eyes.

"You're not coming to watch then?" he asked.