Now as Algra's Light brown gaze Locked upon hers, Borika knew she fully intended to reclaim at least a part of that fantasy. The look of certainty in the shaman's eyes was all Algra needed, however, and it was she who lifted her hands to grasp her friend's shoulders and steadied her enough to kiss her lips. She had enjoyed kissing immensely, and although their tusks certainly did provide an obstacle, they were able to use their tongues a good deal more to make up for the dangers of colliding lips.

In order to remain steady enough to kiss Borika, Algra had stopped riding Gregory and merely crouched above him so that the head of his cock rested inside her. He planted his feet firmer, and gladly took over the fucking to push his body upward using his feet and his shoulders for Leverage. Even with Borika's thighs on either side of his head, he could hear the soft moans and loud slurps of the orcs kissing each other whilst he continued to fuck them. That was more than enough encouragement to keep him going.

The truth was that he'd known Algra had wanted him to take other mates, but he'd figured that it was an issue of prestige. She wanted others to know how he pleased her, because being able to pleasure a woman was considered an important part of orc culture. He hadn't known that there was more to it than that. Algra clearly didn't just want him to fuck other women just because she wanted to show him off. It was a much more carnal desire than that. She openly got off on it.

He hadn't even suspected until she'd mounted him and he'd felt how incredibly wet she was. Though their sex was sometimes rough, it wasn't usually so immediately intense. Like most women, she required some degree of foreplay before she was usually ready for the more intense exertions. That was until she'd just claimed his cock like a prize and began riding it as hard and fast as she could.

Although at such a pace, with his cock rapidly gliding into her saturated pussy, he wasn't going to be able to hold out for long. Not that it mattered much. Feeling Borika cumming across his chin and over his cheeks was a small victory, and when he Lapped at her tasty nectar he felt a tightening sensation in his crotch before the bubble burst.

Thick jets of his hot cum pumped up his cock as it continued to jackhammer into Algra's hungry cunt.

Algra's own powerful climax began when she felt him so confidently filling her with thick jets of his hot cum. It spurned her to know that he would be able to remain hard for them, and to be able to finally show her friends just how virile he was. At that thought, her building orgasm splintered into several. The first hit her like a bolt of lightning, sending hot jolts of ecstasy up through her nerves. She was left trembling in Borika's arms until the next climax built up and exploded inside her; straightening her body upright along her rigid spine. It felt as if she was coming apart at the seams until the final crashing wave utterly consumed her, and she fell away from Borika to tumble backward into the furs.

Borika watched her friend's actions with wide-eyed awe upon seeing the great orc warrior rendered at the mercy of the human male. She watched

Algra's pussy reluctantly relinquish the sizable invader, and his cock rise up toward her instead. He was still spurting his thick cream, when it sprang up to send a streamer of the milky fluid up in the air.

Borika felt the splash of his cum splatter across the slope of her left breast, and watched as his cock pumped out two smaller spurts across his belly soon thereafter.

The thoroughly carnal showing of virility was certainly well beyond the shaman's expectation. It was more than enough to make the resistance to her own building orgasm utterly crumble. Gregory was only too happy to flick his tongue over her clit until she was sent flying over the edge; at which point he really dug in and offered a deeper and slower tongue lashing for her to enjoy throughout her orgasm. Once he was certain

Borika had finished cumming on his face, he felt it was time to change things up.

Before he could formulate a plan, Algra's hands locked around his ankles and forcefully yoinked his head out from between her friend's legs. He soon found himself being pounced upon by his mate, who hungered for his mouth. The kiss they shared served as a demonstration of her pride in his display of strength and stamina, and was offered up with a sweet simmer of loving affection. Although that simmer soon raised to the boil when the afterglow of their orgasms began to heat up.

“How did you do that?" Borika interrupted their Lip lock.

“Do what?" He just managed to get the question out whilst avoiding

Algra's tongue, which was busy attempting to wrestle his own.

“Algra told me that she was your first," Borika pressed.

"I was." Algra lifted her head up to look toward the shaman with a slightly possessive growl.

“She definitely was,“ Gregory agreed.

It was at that moment he looked toward Borika, only to find himself coming face-to-pussy with Frelki. The slender orc girl had apparently realised that she wasn't quite ready to join in the ferocity of that first round, and had instead decided to enjoy the show. So she had planted her delectable ass right beside them and spread her long, gorgeous legs wide open to allow her to finger herself whilst viewing the action.