Either way, when Borika made that challenging noise that might have frightened away a sizable lion, Talina actually seemed encouraged rather than scared. He'd seen the madness of sexual frustration in

Algra on the first day they had met, and the murderous look in Rolk's eyes when he'd charged. Though he didn't feel like he'd ever actually seen true cold bloodlust until he saw Talina's gaze in that moment. It disturbed him to the point where he was genuinely worried for Borika despite her having a clear advantage in size and muscle-mass.

So, before any sort of issue could rise, he wrapped his arm across

Borika's back and slid his hand around over her thigh to dip down between her Legs. The growl shifted into more of a purr when his fingers slid over her bare sex, and expertly began teasing the soft folds.

“Talina," he was careful not to sound too forceful or angry with her, for the truth was that Borika was the one who'd started getting aggressive. Instead, he spoke in the voice he had often used to command his pack on the proving grounds.

“You mean a great deal to me, and

Borika here has just proven me worthy. You will not come to blows here tonight."

He rarely ordered Talina to do anything, partly because he wasn't entirely comfortable with the way she insisted on calling him "master", and partly because he knew that if she didn't want to do something he'd hardly be able to stop her. Except she'd crossed a line, and her reaction to receiving such a command was to rapidly turn her head back to face him. Her pale green eyes were intense, and he noticed that the hand she was pleasuring herself with moved much faster for a few moments. Matching her gaze with his, he did not yield in the slightest.

“Yesss, master!" She hissed out the words whilst running her fingers across her clit and finally closing her eyes to enjoy her own orgasm directly before his gaze.

Algra emerged soon thereafter from beneath the table to sit beside

Gregory and pull his attention toward her in a deep and loving kiss.

The gesture was quite clear in making a statement before the two other females present: I don't know what you two are arguing about, because he's mine!

She didn't so much as spare a glance toward Borika or Talina, and instead shifted beneath Gregory's arm to happily settle against his side.

“Time to go home," she said.

It was hard to argue with that, and he hiked his trunks back up his legs before rising to stand. Algra continued to rest against his side, and he was grateful for her support given that orcish beer was famous for its high alcohol content. It had been something that he'd had to restrain himself with all throughout the ceremony, and even then he found himself a Little wobbly on his feet.

“Come on then, you two." He gestured for Borika and Talina to join them on his walk home.

Talina happily strode naked down along the walkway of tables beside them, and Borika moved beneath his other arm to walk with them. Not wanting to wear her wolf-skin cloak, and having nowhere else to put it, she playfully slung the wolf's-head cowl over Gregory's head for him to wear back to his tent.

“Do you ever get the urge to howl at the moon whilst wearing this thing?" he asked, immediately feeling more wolfish.

“Who says I don't howl at the moon?" she teased.

He laughed at that picture, and kissed her cheek affectionately whilst catching sight of Talina gracefully skipping over a pile of empty cups.