"the orc alpha roared before doing as he was

Over the course of the next several days the Blood Snakes trained with The Runts after the proving grounds had been closed. Filfrug was outfitted with a set of practice armour, along with a simple stave to begin with. It seemed to be the first time in his life where he'd had to endure serious exercise, and as a result he ate a good deal more until he began to fill out properly. Much like Nullik and Frelki themselves, he was never going to reach typical orcish proportions of muscle-mass. Still, it was a start, and he was getting faster by the day.

When the Blood Snakes had their next match, Filfrug was put down into the sand half way through the bout. Duraz and the rest of the pack emerged victorious, and the young pup took his personal defeat in his stride. Quite a few of the other packs noticed the similarity in tactics Filfrug had used to Nullik and Frelki. He wasn't completely imitating them, but it was fairly clear to all who his tutors had been. This caused quite a bit of interest in what Duraz and the Blood Snakes had been up to, and upon discovering The Runts training glade, the matter became clear.

Duraz himself must have given up the details, for soon after the practice had been discovered, a number of other alphas began to approach Janette about an audience with Gregory. Soon after that, the training Glade had quite a few more guests as a handful of proving packs with members who were considered “weak” had begun training with The Runts.

It had turned into quite the enterprise, and a profitable one at that. The orcs who trained purchased food put out for them at the edge of the glade, as well as placing orders with Torren and Valise for practice weapons more appropriate to Gregory's style of fighting.

The human's respect amongst the other pups was beginning to grow.

“Yes! Yes! That's it! Fuck me!" cried Talina.

She thrust herself back against Torren, impaling her tight pussy on her lover's big cock. He had her hips grasped firmly in his hands, and pushed into her again and again. His heavy balls slapped against her clit each time they connected; and she loved every moment of it. Settled on her hands and knees, with him on his knees behind her, she'd decided to take matters to the next level.

“Harder, Torren! You won't break me, sweetheart. Fuck my pussy like you're hammering hot metal!"

Given the man's passion for metallurgy, and his devotion to her, those words seemed to bring about a sexual frenzy in him. Sweat dripped from his brow, down his iron-hard chest and over his gut to splash upon her rapidly moving ass. Again and again, he plunged into her welcoming pussy to feel the tightness clenching at his cock whilst her slippery fuck-juices eased that sweet resistance.

It turned out that a guy who spent most of his day on his feet wielding a fairly heavy hammer was pre-built to have a good deal of stamina. At first, she'd needed to raise his sexual tolerance a little. He was so enamoured with seeing her naked that he was about ready to pop by the time her underwear hit the floor. A quick blowjob and he would rally and soon be ready for a more prolonged bout. Then she'd decided to make her naked visits more frequent, and she often spent a distracting amount of time lying around in the nude until he became more accustomed to the sight.

“Talina, I'll hardly get any work done with you Laid in here Like that. I can see you between the flaps of the tent from outside. It's very hard to concentrate," he complained.

"Oh?" She'd replied, her eyes glimmering with mischief. She indulged his complaint by Lifting her finger to her Lips contemplatively. "I see what you mean. I imagine if you were hammering away at your anvil and you glimpsed something like this..." She swished her legs around and opened them in front of him into a perfect V shape, and offered him a rather brazen view of the delights between them. "You might do yourself an injury."

Torren had difficulty speaking, his mouth hung open and he didn't seem to be able to close it for some reason.

"So," she continued; her tone amicable, "I think rather than Letting yourself stare at me, if you find me distracting you should probably come inside and fuck me until you can summon the proper degree of concentration for your work. How does that sound?"

It must have sounded rather good, because within seconds his pants were around his ankles and he was buried inside her using enough vigour to make the bed quake. She'd been very serious about the offer, and although his workload suffered slightly, it had the desired effect. The young male was no Longer quite so quick on the draw, and had developed a talented technique with all that extra practice.

He was loving, fierce, and often bold in taking her. It was something she might have thought him incapable of once, but it seemed that her smith was brimming with pleasant surprises.

“Come on!" she screamed as he continued to pound her from behind.

“Take me! I'm yours, Torren. ALL yours. Take that pussy! Yes! YES! YES!

She thrashed back against him Like a wild woman, losing her natural grace to instinctive fervour. Her body quivered and she convulsed around his cock, driving him toward his own explosion that sent heavy globs of his seed deep inside her welcoming body. They continued to thrash Like that, animals lost to their lust for each other and their blissful climax. After it had passed, they began to slow and Talina lazily lolled forward to land on her front with her cheek resting on the furs of their bed.

Torren flopped to the side, unfortunately not quite noticing that in their exertions they had moved quite a ways in that direction. As such, he promptly fell against the canopy of the tent which offered no support to his considerable bulk.

Behind her, Talina heard a cry of surprise followed by a sound of something slipping very fast against the canopy and ending in a loud thud. Looking over her shoulder, she saw no sign of him at all.

‘orren!?" she rolled over and sat upright immediately. "I'm ok!" he groaned.

“Where are you? Are you outside?"

«.-Yeah. I fell. I can't get back in without uprooting a bunch of pegs. I'll go around. Could you pass me my pants?"