“The stars." She finally said.

Suddenly Gregory needed to sit back down again. He was on another world, Well that made way more sense than he'd have probably Liked to admit.

“Ok...0K....0K Ok ok ok." He took a deep breath.

“Ok.” “What is your name little man?" She asked, her own curiosity finally getting the better of her.

“Hm?" The question snapped him out of his revelation. "Oh I'm Gregory. Greg. You can call me Greg.”

“Very well master.” She replied with what just might have been a hint of a smirk.

“Look, do you know these woods? I'd just...I'd like somewhere to sit down, something to eat and some water." He Looked over to her in much the same way she'd looked at him when he'd been standing over her with her club in his hands.

“Yes master. I Live here. Come." She turned and began to walk away. Having no other option, he followed behind her.

As they walked he kept looking back to his new orc servant. He allowed his study of her to take his thoughts away from his current problems. She was young although she seemed older than him, perhaps somewhere in her mid twenties. Though incredibly powerful, she had an unmistakable womanly figure that was fit to the extreme. Her face also had an odd kind of beauty to it. Though her tusks jutted up from beneath her lower lip she didn't have much of an under bite and her jaw-line was smooth and pleasantly sloped. Her nose was also well sloped and its outline flowed beautifully into the shape of her brow.

Given her small amount of clothing he could clearly see the initial deep curves of her cleavage which undoubtedly flowed into gorgeously proportioned breasts. Since he'd been speaking to her mostly from her front he hadn't initially noticed that the skirt she wore fell notably short of covering her behind properly. He could see the upper curves of her ass and the tight valley they flowed into. The thought suddenly reminded him of his glimpse of those thin curls and those plush soft folds of her labia. Suddenly, he found himself looking at his orc ina very different light.

"We are here." She announced, oblivious to his roaming eyes.

Greg looked about the place. It wasn't much though it was certainly more than he was expecting. A large fur covered tent was sitting in the middle of the forest floor. A good distance away was a campfire with spare wood resting beside it. A bow and some arrows were propped up against the side of the tent. In the far edge of the small clearing was a number of freshly skinned kills that had been strung up. Looking at the creatures didn't exactly do his stomach many favours but he was hungry enough then to eat a dead, scabby horse so he wasn't about to complain.

Algra walked over to the meat and tugged one of the creatures from the line where it hung. She carried it over to the campfire and threw some wood into a small pile in the centre before getting to work on Lighting it up.

Greg was pretty much clueless. He'd been camping a few times but even his father who was mad for the outdoors had balked at killing and skinning their own food and using two pieces of flint to start fires. So Greg sat beside the fire opposite her and watched with interest as she peeled the meat from the carcass and threw it in a metal pot that produced from the tent. Water was brought in from a skin and she added various herbs and other ingredients that were found around the forest.

After an hour or so had passed she spooned some of the mixture into a bowl and offered it to him. Cautiously, he took it and took a small sip. That small sip was soon followed by several larger ones that scorched his mouth. It didn't matter. It was worth the pain. Whatever the hell this was it was fifty times tastier than it had any right to be.

“Good?" She asked.

"Excellent." He barely managed to respond between mouthfuls.

He actually finished his first bowl of the stuff before he realised she wasn't eating.

"Not hungry?”

"This is not mine. All that I own is..." She started.

“Ok stop right there. You can eat, ok? Hell I'd free you if I knew you wouldn't turn into the screaming valkyrie again. You don't need to ask me to eat, sleep, or do anything that you need to stay alive ok? Eat when you're hungry, sleep when you're tired..."

“Fuck when I'm horny?" She suggested. Greg choked on his second bowl of the stew as Algra poured out her own meal. She turned away to hide her expression behind her hair so that he didn't see her grin at his reaction.

"Well, sure. Just stick around me and don't kill anyone unless I say it's alright...or they're trying to kill you."

“Yes master.”

They ate until the bowl was empty. At first Algra seemed to have quite an appetite but the simple truth was that orcs could eat almost anything at any time. When they were finished she put away her cooking pot and the bowls inside the tent. It was only when she didn't return after ten minutes that Greg became curious and walked over to the Large fur covered structure. Lifting the flap that covered the entrance, he glanced inside. What he saw made his jaw almost bounce clean off the ground.