Janette felt a little spark of jealousy. Lydia clearly seemed to be a good deal more enamoured with her boyfriend than she'd known. Fiona's display had merely been a showing of her kinky side, and the trust she had in Gregory. Yet Lydia looked upon him with a searing gaze that spoke of a much deeper desire. In that moment, Janette became quite certain that someone else had at Least begun to fall in Love with her man.

A pang of genuine annoyance was soon eased when she felt Algra lean in beside her to kiss her cheek. She looked back down at Fiona who was lying with a dreamy smile on her face and her eyes closed for the time being. Had it just been exploration of a kink? Maybe she actually was just as infatuated with Gregory as she professed to be.

It made her think of Valise, and the moment the elf woman's face popped into her mind's eye she actually curled her Lip with anger.

Except it wasn't like the situation with Valise. Lydia and Fiona were her friends. Hell, they were her lovers too! The thought diminished her anger, along with that upsurge of jealous anger. It certainly helped that she was sat next to Gregory's hot, green wife; whose only reaction to seeing him getting titfucked by a boob-goddess was to appear as if she was about to start cheering him on at any moment.

Fiona groggily propped herself up on her arms before Leaning forward to watch Lydia massage Gregory's cock with her tits. A Low Little humm of approval soon followed from the cat-woman, and Janette turned to her and raised a brow.

“Who told you that you could sit up?" she asked; sticking her tongue out shortly afterward and shoving Fiona back down onto the bed.

No, she wasn't jealous anymore. They were family now. Four horny wives and one extremely horny husband. Janette smiled to herself as her head lowered back between Fiona's legs, and she felt her feline lover soon wrap those legs around her bare shoulders. Lapping at the juicy pussy, she enjoyed the reaction when Fiona moaned in approval, and continued her tongue's dance with renewed fervour.

“Damn, Lydia! You're going to have to stop or I'm going to lose it," said Gregory.

"That's alright, Greg! You can cum on my tits. Hell, you can cum anywhere you like,“ she offered whilst looking up at him; eagerly anticipating his imminent eruption.

He couldn't help but give a good-natured laugh at that scandalous offer, but he soon stepped backward to slide his rock-hard member from between her heaving melons.

“You know what? I think I will cum on your tits." He spoke with the air of a man finally deciding on what sandwich to buy for lunch. Then he showed he wasn't quite so sexually entitled by rolling his eyes at her and smirking. "But before I do, I'd really Like to see you cum for me.”

"Tch! I guess I might be able to swing that for you, boss.” Lydia let out a long-suffering sigh at the orgasm she'd evidently have to endure for him, and then she flashed him a bright smirk and pounced.

Although no one in their right mind would have described Lydia's hourglass physique as being remotely overweight, she was certainly a much heavier woman with her broad hips and enormous boobs. If he hadn't endured weeks of intensive training beforehand, she would have very likely knocked him over and partially smothered him in those amazing tits. Instead, he instinctively shifted his footing slightly to brace for the impact when she Leapt upon him to catch her in his arms. Whilst her arms and Legs locked around his shoulder and his hips, she hungrily brought him into a deep, passionate kiss. Feeling the strength in his body whilst he held her aloft, she whimpered with approval. Most of her former lovers had been curious human diplomats or guardsmen, and none of them had the strength to do what Gregory had just managed.

Her open thighs pinned his hard cock between them, settling between her silken pussy and his hard abdomen. She rocked her hips against him, Slathering up his length with her slippery love honey whilst eagerly continuing to mesh their tongues together.

At the sight of her mate holding Lydia up like that, Algra leaned back and began to rub her own pussy with a clear enthusiasm. The clear showing of power and virility was a big turn-on for the horny orc. It certainly helped her along when moments later, Gregory grabbed Lydia's curvy ass in his hands and lifted her up further.

Their kiss broke apart to the sound of a fresh moan from the woman when she felt his cock sliding over her clit until she was raised up enough that it was able to slip down all the way to her entrance. She squeezed him tighter against her whilst he lowered her slowly back down to impale her upon his oil-slicked cock, spreading her open and pushing deep inside her.

“Oh fuck yes! That's it!" she cried out; her eyes widening as she felt the sizable invader making its way into her clinging depths.

They fell into another deep kiss that lasted only a few brief moments before they began moving together. Lydia dug her fingertips into his shoulders as their lips parted and their hips began to move together in a steady, rocking motion. Her slippery tits caressed his chest, sliding the soft globes against his hardened body with her nipples providing a delightful firm contrast; poking against his smooth muscle. Firmly grasping her rear cheeks in his hands, he aided her steady movements by pulling her against him each time she relinquished his cock to push it back inside her.

"Oh you are so fucking strong!" she said; their bodies beginning to pick up a faster rhythm.

Showing off the strength she so admired, he began to walk around to the other side of the bed to Lay her down in the soft furs. They separated for a moment, causing a groan of protest to rise up in her throat before he joined her on the bed. She welcomed him with open legs, and soon enough she was laid back with him once again buried all the way inside her molten pussy. A feverish shiver of pleasure ran through her when he didn't seem to desire any particular position or kinky enticement, and instead he just wanted to be with her.

Despite her generally confident attitude, Lydia did mot have an enormous deal of self esteem when it came to such matters. It certainly didn't help that the one man she actually seemed to have developed a crush on was happily having regular sex with some truly gorgeous women who seemingly outshone her. Fiona was a natural dancer, and apparently a devoted sex slave. Janette was much younger than Lydia, and stunningly beautiful even by courtesan standards. Algra was a woman with a staggeringly gorgeous physique, and seemingly fully capable of single-handedly repelling an entire battalion of hardened warriors.

With competition like that, it was hardly a wonder that Lydia felt slightly overshadowed. What could she possibly have to offer that the others didn't? An amazing pair of tits was all well and good, but it wasn't even as if Gregory's other lovers were lacking in that particular department. She could tell a story well enough, but that wasn't exactly something she thought relevant to how attractive she was.

She was wrong about that, of course. In a life of constant exertion, occasionally getting to lie down in Lydia's tent with his head in her lap whilst she told him a story about the incredible new world in which he now resided was a very welcome respite. A calming influence in an existence that had become far too exhausting.

So when he took her laid upon her back, slowly and with seemingly no desire to push her toward the extremes, it actually struck her more deeply than if he'd fucked her like they were attempting to begin an earthquake. There was nowhere to hide, nothing to put down to a kink or simply a casual moment of fun. He didn't want all that right then. He wanted her. Just her. He wanted to be inside her, to kiss her, and to feel that steadily rising flame of desire in her begin to burn hotter with each slow movement.

He also wanted to continue their kiss, and show the woman beneath him just how much she meant to him. The Loving touch combined with the slow grind of their bodies that applied constant stimulation to her clit soon had her running a good deal hotter than she'd imagined. Breaking the kiss to fight for her breath, she looked up into his deep blue eyes. Seeing her so close to the edge, he moved just a little faster inside her and pushed her over to force a sharp gasp from her lips. Her eyes widened, and her pupils dilated as she found herself on the receiving end of a very different kind of climax to what she usually enjoyed with the male. A ridiculously attractive man with an appreciation for the female orgasm and seemingly unending stamina tended to keep the climaxes of their couplings toward the explosive end of the spectrum.