"No! It's a part of my cutest outfit!"

He thought of arguing that point, but decided it was a battle he'd definitely lose. For one thing, he didn't know anything about the relative cuteness scale of women's clothing, and for another he couldn't exactly argue it didn't look good on her. All of Janette's skimpy courtesan-jungle-wear looked good on her as far as he was concerned, and this particular outfit had been the reason they'd had to have their evening meal brought to them by Fiona. Neither Algra or he could keep their hands off of her Long enough to eat outside.

Janette had managed to squeeze herself into the tiny garment, which, to Gregory's mind, caused an inordinate amount of very pleasant jiggling to go on. He'd quickly caught her on her way to the tent entrance and dragged her back to bed whilst she yelled in a mixture of surprise and approval. Algra had heard the ruckus from outside and joined in immediately.

"It is here." Algra had spotted what appeared to be a tangled piece of string hanging off the corner of a side-table and flicked it over to Janette.

"Woohoo!" Janette wiggled into the top, and Gregory saw the jiggling start up again. Sweet mother of mercy.

He'd managed to get the trunks up his thighs, and was now in the process of wrestling the beast back into its lair. This was apparently proving more difficult than usual after Talina's impromptu show and

Janette's raunchy jiggling.

"Dammit!" he grunted.

“Oh for crying out loud, come here with that! It's like trying to watch @ pole-vaulter get a seat on a busy train," Janette complained whilst jiggling her way around the bed and quickly crouching down in front of Gregory as he turned to face her.

A little slapping noise rang out as his cock made contact with her bare cheek.

“Shit, sorry! I didn't know you were so- Oh fuck! Jan! What the hell?"

Her hand had wrapped around his cock already and she flicked her tongue across the aching head as if greeting an old friend. When he spoke, her eyes lifted up to Look at him, and she began stroking his Length whilst she spoke.

“I know this not-so-little beast of yours Greg, and there is no way you're getting into those trunks in the next few minutes unless it's gotten what it needs.“ The sceptic in Gregory heard her words and surmised that she wasn't exactly all about taking one for the team just then.

She seemed to be out to prove a point, and that point evidently involved giving him the beginnings of one of the best blowjobs he'd ever had the pleasure of receiving. Not that she wasn't normally talented at giving head. It was more a shift in her attitude towards the task. She'd always had a slightly submissive streak to the way she acted with him since they had Landed on Arolius. Though she didn't quite seem to be doing it for the right reasons.

Fiona? Now there was a woman that enjoyed the hell out of being submissive. He felt it in her body whenever he moved with her. Aggression and dominance made her tremble with desire, and she loved to give herself over completely to his will when they fucked, just for the sheer thrill of it.

Janette never quite seemed to carry that same need, though she still certainly enjoyed herself. It was just more like a duty to her. As if because she'd treated him so badly for so long that she was trying to make up for it by giving him whatever he wanted. It was a fun ride for her, certainly, but he'd seen glimpses of something else under the surface. When she was in control, when she was on the edge and plunging toward her climax, and she became truly herself, caring only for what she wanted? What she needed? She was utterly spectacular.

There was nothing like that holding her back when she greedily wrapped her lips around the thick head of his Length and sucked it's entirety down into her throat. At first, he chalked the aggressive way she bobbed her head up to her desire to end his problem as quickly as possible. Each time her Lips sank down around the base of his shaft, he felt a blissful detonation of pleasure course its way out through his body. This led to him very nearly losing his balance when that feeling turned his knees to jelly, and he reached out to grasp her hair in his hand.

Usually, she would take this as a hint that he wanted to guide her, and let herself be guided. This time, she didn't remotely hold back in her loving ministrations to his cock. Her head stopped bobbing, and she lifted her arm up to grasp his wrist and steady him. Whilst she was momentarily still, she focused her efforts on sucking the bulging tip of his cock Like a lollipop, and used her other hand to stroke along its length with an unrelenting velocity.

In that instant, he loosened his grip in her hair and managed to open his eyes enough to look down and find her bright blue gaze looking up at him. For a horrifying moment it seemed like she was almost angry, which was a distinctly worrying place for her to Land on the emotional spectrum given how close her teeth were to his love-sausage.

Thankfully, that wasn't the case. What he'd mistaken for anger turned out to be passion and a fierce determination. As soon as he released her head, she started swallowing him again. Even Algra, who would have normally jumped into the fray by now, hadn't attempted to get between him and the fiery redhead with that Look on her face. The idea that she was simply trying to get him to cum quickly dissipated when he felt his climax begin to rise and she quickly wrapped her fingers tightly around the base of his cock. Her other hand continued to stroke him, focusing on the steel along his length rather than the sensitive tip.

“Not yet, baby. Not yet," she hissed out the command and he found himself instantly obeying to rally his own skill at endurance. Even if he didn't quite know why he was mustering it just then, he was definitely happy to go along with whatever she had planned.

Soon thereafter, the canopy of the tent shifted and Talina swept back inside, her attention focused on the companions she had brought with her.

“We can discuss it further in..." She trailed off as she turned to face the sight of Janette on her knees in front of Gregory, slowly slurping on his cock. "Oh my! I didn't know that our plotting would involve a show!"

Talina clapped gleefully as Valise stepped into the tent beside her looking confused until her eyes widened at the debauched sight. She was soon followed by Emmet, who appeared to be grumpier than anything else; and perhaps too focused on an argument he seemed to be having with the courtesan.

“Dammit, girl! I told you not to... Fire and brimstone!" He abruptly stopped his angry lecture and turned around to smack his hand over his eyes when he finally caught sight of what was going on.