“How the heck do you know about Tarzan?" he asked.

Algra smiled mysteriously.

“I know lots of things, Gregory Hopkins.”

She then laughed aloud upon seeing his look of confusion.

“Also,

Janette may have said that you once remind her of a man named Tarzan. I might have asked her who this man was, and she may have answered that he was a sexy man who lived in the jungle wearing only a pair of tiny trunks. She said he also talked with animals, and liked to cry out whilst beating his chest. You can't talk to animals, can you Gregory?"

Sensing that he was being teased, he gave her a wry smile. "I don't know. You seem to understand me when we're having sex, so I guess... maybe?"

Algra paused there for a minute to consider his words, and it was definitely one of those moments where he wasn't sure if she was going to try and smack him upside the head or make out with him. Happily enough, she nodded with pride and then crawled in closer to him to whisper in his ear.

“Maybe so."

With the admission that she could be quite the beast in the bedroom,

(and anywhere else he happened to be with her,) she Lowered her head to slide his cock between her tusks and seal her lips around its girth.

“Whoa,” Gregory almost staggered sideways on his knees when he felt that this clearly wasn't going to be a relaxed blowjob. Algra's head bobbed up and down almost ravenously to taste the mixed fuck juices of

Frelki and her mate.

Borika's hand clasped onto his shoulder, steadying him before the shaman shuffled up to his side and rose up on her knees to kiss his lips. The taste of Algra's pussy was still fresh in Borika's mouth, and it brought a fresh burning desire to ignite in his chest.

Soon enough, Algra finished cleaning his cock with her mouth to shift her attention down towards Frelki's pussy. Borika soon replaced Algra's mouth with her own and Gregory found himself watching the gorgeous shaman suck his cock whilst his mate Licked up the cum he'd just pumped into his pack-mate.

It had been a great challenge in the provings to get him to that point:

Internal bleeding, several broken ribs, 2 mild concussions, a dislocated shoulder as well as countless scrapes, bruises and black eyes.

Totally worth it.

“Alright, Ladies. Who wants to go again?"

The heads of his companions all Lifted up one at a time to look toward him. Each of the orcs began to rise up to face him, their expressions simmering with unchecked Lust. Three of the most dangerous creatures he'd ever known. He flashed them a confident grin and readied himself for the next bout.