Janette then turned to Frelki, and ran her fingers down the orc's cheek before planting a loving Little kiss on her lips. She finished by turning back to the fallen sorceress, and sticking her tongue out at her.

The display brought a bout of unexpected laughter throughout the hall and the ruthless efficiency of the victory. Even Gregory Laughed aloud, and found himself somewhat relieved after spending the previous few moments trying very hard to think of things that might hold back the growing erection in his trunks. Fiona added to the moment by standing up and huffing her nose up at Janette before turning to Talina and making a gesture that Gregory guessed amounted to the orcish version of throwing someone a middle finger. Then, she turned and gracefully hopped off the table to the floor as if the whole thing was beneath her notice and she hadn't just been thrown across the room by her tail.

“Pilthris eventually betrayed the queen, and disappeared into the night, leaving Lerana and Relstin to face down the queen directly."

Nullik offered the cue and both Frelki and Janette ran up the row of tables to come face to face with Talina.

“But Delrina's plans had almost come to pass! For as she had distracted Lerana with the efforts of Pilthris, she had turned her own attentions to the Imperial City itself wherein a new emperor had just been crowned."

At these words, Talina turned away from her two friends and rounded to face Gregory directly. Then she offered him a wicked little grin as if she was about to gobble him all up.

Uh-oh.

He sensed that his trunk-straining problem was about to rally itself with a vengeance, which was an alarming notion given that all eyes in the room had just turned to him. After spending countless days training to go head to head with green giants that loved nothing more than the brutality of combat, he realised he didn't truly feel fear up until then. Beating up orcs? No problem when it was compared with the idea of audience participation in what seemed to be a very racy musical. It left him with a very prominent thought in the front of his head.

Please for the Love of all the gods, don't make me sing or dance.

Talina strode down from the end of the long table and up the stairs toward where he was seated. As she walked, she swished her hips and shifted her cloak in a way that showed the audience the supple lengths of her graceful legs. To Gregory, she was offering an even more tantalizing show, as her near-naked body was glimpsed with every swish.

He Loved the way that the strips of leather clung to the elegant shape of her body with the dark material contrasting against the alabaster skin beneath. Her approach somewhat broke the illusion of the netting that was spread between the strips across her breasts and over her hips. It was clearly meant to distort rather than completely hide the sight of her nipples and the dark little patch of hair between her legs. It was also meant to be viewed from distance, and as she stepped directly in front of Gregory she might as well have been completely nude under that cloak.

He felt his erection strain against his trunks and the sound of

Nullik's voice rising again in the background seemed all too distant against the beauty in front of him.

“Delnira ensnared the Lust of the noble young emperor, and soon began the work of turning him against Lerana and our people."

Talina pointedly shed her cloak completely as the music slowed into something less combative and more seductive. She stepped aside his chair and smoothly lifted one leg into the air until she was effectively standing in the splits. The movement appeared slow and effortless, and practically brought her pussy right in front of his eyes. She spun on her foot, giving the entire room quite the show, before casting her upturned leg across his lap and straddling him. Her hands settled on the chair behind either side of his head, and for a minute he had her all to himself as she blocked out the rest of the world.

“Hello master," she purred the words into his ear in a low and enticing whisper.

“Do you like the story so far?"

“In future, if you plan to do anything like-" His words faltered into a little hiss as she began grinding her hips against him. He knew her barely-clad pussy was sliding against the bulge in his trunks. It made him grit his teeth whilst listening to her hot little breaths of excitement fall against his ear. "If you do anything like this again, please be nice and chain me to the chair first.”

A little murmur of husky laughter followed from her throat, and her cheek lightly caressed his whilst her arms encircled his neck.

“Do you want to fuck me, master?" she asked.