"I think you're so damn sexy that the chair I'm sat on probably wants to fuck you by now, Talina." He growled out the words whilst trying to remember how to breathe without choking. Hearing just how much he clearly wanted her made her instinctively rub a Little harder against the bulge in his trunks.

“I love you, master," she whispered.

Well wasn't that like Talina? Always coming out with the thing least expected of her.

"I love you, Talina.”

It was clearly the truth. Though it might not have been the aching longing he felt for Janette or Algra, it was only through a lack of opportunity to stoke that particular fire that she wasn't constantly sharing his bed. More than mere lust, she had continually gone above and beyond in serving him in ways he didn't even know had existed. In him she saw a master who was finally worthy to serve, and whom she would die for in an instant.

The fact that she was in a loving relationship with another man was clearly a factor in his restraint at not claiming her there and then.

She loved him for that too. The lengths he would go to avoid people getting hurt were genuinely impressive, especially given his capacity for violence.

“Now comes your first part of the performance, master." She finally spoke up as she continued to give him the lap dance of a lifetime.

“I'm not singing." He seemed very firm on that issue.

“No, master." Talina's seductive expression faltered into something that might have become a laugh had she not steeled herself against it.

“You have to kiss me now. It is part of the act, and must be done.”

Apparently, she took acting her character very seriously indeed.

Especially in regards to smooching her master. Although when their lips met it couldn't honestly be said that it was in pursuit of greater artistic merit in the performance. His arms had been mentally relegated to his sides and kindly informed that whilst the beauty remained in his lap they were to be made of stone. Finding that he no longer had to worry about hurting his smithy friend in the matter, the stone shattered and he took Talina by the waist.

Behind them a chorus of boos filled the room when Delnira successfully seduced the emperor. Gregory didn't hear them. A part of him had wanted those lips against his again for quite some time, and that part now felt itself unleashed. The feel of the woman against him was exquisite, and his fingers pressed against the smooth skin of her flank and squeezed her practically bare ass between the entwined strips of her garment.

This scandalous act appeared to be fiercely encouraged by Talina, who wiggled her firm ass in his grip and offered his mouth her tongue. He eagerly took it against his, and they moved together like desperate lovers. The idea of restraint had utterly been annihilated in a flood of raw desire, and soon enough it became clear that they were probably going to be fucking within moments.

So when the interruption came in the form of Frelki forcibly shoving her arms between the pair of them to pull them apart, Gregory roared in outrage. His pack mate very nearly got kicked squarely across the high table until he recognized her at the Last minute. Frelki pushed Talina backwards and before he could get up to follow her, he found another figure settling into his Lap. It was probably lucky that this was the only person on the planet who could have stayed the fire in his loins long enough to keep him from the beauty whose lips he'd just claimed.

Of course, it was Janette, and she apparently decided to deal with that fire by pouring a bucket of gasoline on it before turning the heat toward herself.

With assertiveness that he foolishly thought was beyond her, Janette shoved him back into the seat hard enough that it slid back a few inches across the stone floor. It seemed that all those dancing Lessons she'd been taking had given her quite a bit of strength of her own, as well as an innate awareness of how to unbalance someone. The shock of it struck him like a slap across the face, and he soon refocused on the gorgeous woman who had taken his lap for her own.

“Hey, baby," she whispered softly into his ear. A pleasing tone that rang with the comfort of a familiar lover. "Do you trust me?"

“Always, Jan." Taking in her natural scent mixed with the flowery perfume she wore, he felt his primal urges take a momentary reprieve.