Janette smoothly waved the shawl through the air like a flag of victory. She then twisted about to spin her body until Lydia's face was practically planted between her legs. There was a light yelp of shock and Janette's eyes widened to look directly at Gregory from across the hall. He suspected that although Lerana had defeated Etriss, Lydia wasn't going to go down without putting up a little more fight. It seemed as if she'd decided to show her rebellious nature by planting her tongue out between Janette's legs and licking over the fabric that covered her pussy.

To her credit, Janette managed to recover from that surprise and gave

Lydia's head a little chiding squeeze between her thighs before falling backwards. Both women fell into a smooth roll and Janette finished on her knees with Lydia's head still between her legs as the woman laid back across the table in defeat.

The portrayal probably wasn't quite historically accurate as to how human women handled their disputes, but the move was certainly a dominance manoeuvre that most orcs could understand. They happily broke the silence to cheer the downfall of Etriss and the general majesty of

Lydia's boobs. Janette tried to keep a straight face as she continued to keep her friend pinned for the time being. The increasingly flushed tone of Janette's cheeks made it clear that Lydia was not quite following the script. Although in fairness to her, he very much doubted that he'd have been able to resist the urge to run his tongue over

Janette's delectable pussy if it had been that close to his face either.

As Janette's breath began to quicken, Nullik once again took up the reins of the story and the music softened to let him.

“The walls of Etriss' castle fell, finally allowing Lerana to take her rightful place in the seat of her ancient home." Janette stood victorious, and a little bit flustered. Gregory caught sight of Lydia winking up at her friend with glistening Lips before she slipped off from the table taking her exit cue. She quietly settled into the Lap of a nearby orc who had been gazing at her boobs as if he'd discovered two new wonders of the world.

Nullik stepped forward as Janette bowed at a round of applause from the orcs. "But all was not well within the human kingdom, for the evil queen Delnira saw Lerana as her enemy.”

Talina pointed across the hall to where Janette stood and made a gesture of running her fingertip across her throat.

“Fearing the rising power of our heroine, Delnira sent her sorceress,

Pilthris, to ensnare Lerana, and to break her alliance with our people."

Another figure lifted herself onto the table and Gregory didn't need to see who was underneath to recognise the predatory, feline movements of

Fiona. When the cloak was discarded, however, the sight beneath was certainly a treat to his eyes. In order to represent the sorceress,

Fiona had wrapped her arms and legs in a series of golden bands. Her garb matched the bright golden colour, and flowed over her lithe figure in a series of intertwined thin threads that wrapped across her breasts and rested in a knee-length skirt over her hips. Whenever she moved her tail, that dress shifted in interesting waves, passing the sheer fabric over her perfectly toned legs

The orcs didn't seem to mind Fiona's feline appearance, and had either seen her before or simply assumed it was some sort of costume for the part of the sorceress. It certainly didn't stop them from appreciating her gorgeous, athletic figure as she spread her feet across the table to ready a pounce toward Janette.

“Time and time again, Pilthris attempted to kill our warchief, and sabotage Lerana's friendship with our people. But Lerana was wise and had been schooled in the ways of our magic, letting her foil those attempts and strengthening the love between her and Relstin.”

Watching Fiona and Janette "do battle" was quite the spectacle. Fiona had an almost supernatural degree of agility that privately made

Gregory want to put her through the provings and have her join The

Runts. It wasn't a far stretch to think that the woman was capable of magic as she Leapt up clean over Janette's head in a smooth flip, her legs spread in a comfortable V to land back on the table one after the other between Janette and Frelki. To everyone's surprise, just as Fiona was moving to grab Frelki by the throat with her claws extended, she was brought to an abrupt halt. Janette had forgone displaying any supernatural feats of dexterity and simply reached out to grab Fiona's tail. With a loud and dramatic screech, the cat-woman was yoinked backwards to go sprawling across the length of the table. Gregory guessed the manoeuvre was staged, given how much he knew Fiona disliked having her tail tugged too hard.