She lifted her arms up to stroke her fingers across his bare chest and enjoy the touch of his hard, rippling muscle. His training for the provings had been a difficult time for her: A time of fear and dread at what might happen to the human. It seemed that her fear was unwarranted, and she now found herself welcoming him inside her with a new passion. Gregory wasn't just a kind and noble man who was good in bed; he was showing the beginnings of becoming a true warrior. Claiming his mate after his victory wasn't simply a tradition fulfilled for her, it was an extraordinary turn-on.

Janette gave way in her kiss and knelt beside the pair of rutting lovers to watch the show. With Gregory's focus completely shifting toward Algra, he began to push their rhythm faster and harder. The orc vehemently encouraged him, growling his name out from between clenched teeth as he fucked her. In that position, his body came into contact with her clit each time he impaled her on his Length. The stimulation brought a hot, little electric thrill through her each time he filled her. She raised herself up to grasp his shoulders and looked directly into his eyes whilst they fucked. Her dark chocolate coloured gaze was burning with wild passion when she met his deep, stormy blue eyes.

"You are mine," she growled before falling back onto the furs.

“And you are mine." He returned the words without a moment's hesitation.

After the bath, the massage and the explicit girl-on-girl sex show, he knew he wasn*t going to be able to hold out as long as he'd have liked. So, instead of attempting to make the moment last, he instead opted to push fast and deep in the hopes of bringing her along with him for the final ride.

It seemed that she was more than ready to get there with him. The excitement that one day her mate might actually be a proven warrior combined with Janette's preceding tongue-lashing had driven her close to the edge before she'd offered herself up to him.

"Oh fuck yes!" he cried out; pulling her legs back to fold against her body and leaning over her. Pinning her against the bed.

Their hips beat out a fast and intense rhythm. His close proximity allowed her to grasp his shoulders again whilst she Laid back to writhe in the furs and enjoy the moment. The first little bursts of her impending orgasm began to pulse inside her pussy. Together, they continued their unrelenting movements. Her hands slid down over his thick muscular biceps whilst he continued pumping her pussy toward their imminent explosive finale.

It seemed as if the two lovers might actually level the bed when they felt their orgasms ripping through their bodies, sending them into a wild frenzy of hard and fast fucking. He felt each moment begin to stretch out as his release began to claim him, blacking out the rest of the world until he only had the feeling of Algra's body writhing against his.

After all that teasing, he felt the surge of cum rising up his cock in a thick and heavy load that he pumped into Algra's clinging pussy. She screamed with the extreme gratification of her own orgasm timed perfectly with the sensation of his hot cream filling her core. The moment stretched out upon those grand sensations, until finally it passed and they found themselves embracing tightly whilst sharing a ravenous kiss.

“Holy crap, Greg!" Janette’s voice called out from beside him. "That was some of the wildest fucking I think I've ever seen from you two.”

The Lovers momentarily parted their kiss to open their eyes and smile at each other, both feeling thoroughly pleased with themselves. They then turned their heads to look at Janette, still kneeling beside them with her eyes wide and one hand lifted to tease her Lower Lips with her fingers.

“We bring out the animal in each other," he said.

A low growl sounded off from Algra's throat as her vehement agreement with that statement.

"Gregory?" A voice called from behind him. Fiona.

He turned around to see that both the courtesans had clearly been having their own oily fun whilst he'd been fucking his mate. Lydia and Fiona stood side by side; the former languidly hanging her arm across the latter's shoulders, standing naked together. Lydia's creamy skin looked damn good with that oily sheen, but he was surprised by Fiona's appearance. He wouldn't quite have thought that the oiled-up look would work for her with her thin coating of fur. She certainly proved him very wrong, as the oil slicked down the fur, and it was short enough to appear almost like smooth skin. Its gleam made her long, lean, dancer's body look incredible.

"Yeah?" He asked; clearly somewhat entranced by their current appearance. He couldn't quite meet their eyes with all the other gleaming delights on display.

“Would you Like to watch us lick your cum from Algra's pussy whilst you fuck Janette?" Lydia asked.

“That'd..." Stop. Remember to breathe. Swallow. There we go.

“That'd be great."

His voice had taken a slightly squeaky edge to it for some reason. "Oh, I get to fuck him next, do I?" Janette asked, though he strongly suspected that they had privately agreed to exactly what delights they were going to offer him beforehand. She seemed to have adopted a teasing hint of feigned shock and frustration. "Jeez, guys. I dunno. How will I ever manage to equal the fucking he just gave his hot wife? Hmmm..." She continued the charade, contemplatively tapping her finger on her chin before her eyes widened with a dawning epiphany.

“I know! Greg? Would you like to stick your cock up my asshole?"

It seemed that the girls didn't quite have things as well orchestrated as Gregory thought. Both Lydia and Fiona gasped at the idea. Algra seemed shocked enough that she immediately sat up. Given that they were both still locked together, this had the rather jarring side-effect of her upper body crashing into Gregory and sending him sprawling backwards. He immediately slipped on the oily floor as both Lydia and Fiona instinctively dodged him, and wound up falling back onto his back with all the grace of a dropped brick.

“Ow. He sat upright and rubbed the back of his head.

“I am sorry, Gregory." Algra hadn't quite meant to do that, but she soon turned away from him and looked to Janette. "You cannot be serious."