“That was amazing, Greg. Wasn't quite sure how this would go, but I can always rely on you, can't I?" She playfully ruffled his hair whilst shoving a plentiful amount of bare boob against his face.

He responded to this by latching his Lips onto her nipple and giving it a little nip with his teeth that made her do a little bounce on his cock.

"I can't say I was exactly prepared to become an orc porn star, but I don't think you ever need to worry about the idea that seeing you naked will get me hard." He flicked his tongue over the nipple he'd Left tingling, and felt her giggle run through her body.

"Ok, now for the grand finale. Try not to blush too much, ok?" She kissed him one last time, and then Lifted herself on somewhat shaky legs to step off to the side.

He watched her bare pussy as it swished across him and dripped a few speckles of their mixed sex fluids onto his bare thighs. The rest of the world came back into focus, and he took a deep breath to stave off a slight panic attack.

Every orc in the room now seemed to be looking directly at his erection, which had lost none of its steel in that intense session.

Some of the males whispered in astonishment, whilst quite a few females were eyeing it up as if Janette had just released the Holy Grail from her pussy. To his slight alarm, he also noticed a few males that had a similar look in their eyes and quickly stood up to fail spectacularly in an attempt to wrangle himself back into his trunks.

“And so ended the tale of Lerana the Brave, friend of the orcs, vanquisher of an evil queen, and empress of the human Lands beside her new mate." Nullik seemed to have found his voice again.

The roar of applause that followed seemed even more deafening than the one he'd heard in the proving pits, although the great hall was admittedly designed to amplify noise. It seemed that if orcs enjoyed anything more than fighting it was a good story, and Janette and her troupe had just presented a highly entertaining tale. The morning's events had already shown just how much they also seemed to rate fucking as an essential skill, and the display on show between him and Janette had clearly impressed a few formerly sour faces along the tables.

He finally managed to get himself restrained once again whilst Janette,

Talina, Fiona, Lydia, and Frelki all stood back up on the tables to take their own bows. It was momentarily worrying to see those women so exposed before a crowd of horny orcs, but none seemed to dare Lift a finger except to applaud their performance.

"That," Grolfir once again raised his voice to speak above the applause, “was one of the most unique gifts we have received in some time." As he spoke, the assembly fell silent. Each of the women turned one at a time to bow to the warchief personally for allowing them their story.

The huge orc then grasped Gregory's wrist and the young man returned the gesture. They shook firmly and so the first human was welcomed into orc society in living memory. Grolfir then stepped aside to reveal

Borika stood behind him. The shaman had clearly been affected by the performance she'd just witnessed, and he saw an expression set on her features that reminded him of the touch of her hot skin and the noises she made in moments of heated passion.

“Gregory Hopkins, alpha of the Dragons, with the ashes of Dal Gahlla's last fire I prove you are worthy." With those words, she reached into her pouch once more to dab her fingertips in the ashes.

He did a slight double take when she pronounced him leader of a pack he'd never heard of, but by that point in the festivities he was getting used to surprises. So instead of correcting her, he merely turned his head back to see the familiar faces of The Runts staring at him and nodding with encouragement. It seemed that rather than becoming alpha of an entirely new pack he'd never heard of, his friends had simply decided on a change of name for themselves.

For a moment he frowned at the change, having liked being called The

Runts. Such a name usually encouraged enemies to underestimate them, and he liked springing nasty surprises on those who made such assumptions.

On the other hand, if he had to be called anything else then it was damn cool to be deemed a fucking dragon.

So he bowed his head forward with the utmost respect when Borika extended her ash-coated thumb and made the mark on his brow that showed him to be a proven orc. Again, the hall exploded in a bout of vigorous cheers of his name, and he tried to turn and return their commendation with a Look of deepest thanks. The only problem was that he couldn't quite manage to get a very stubborn grin from his features. Thankfully, no one seemed to mind.