The orc didn't understand the words but he understood the challenge. The orc lifted his fists and Gregory did the same a moment later. With their weapons chosen, they circled each other. The camp around them had suddenly fallen silent. Word had gotten out that the human who had beaten the mighty Algra had issued a challenge and since then the surrounding camp had moved in to see what Gregory was made of.

Then the orc charged, its arms outstretched and its mouth open with large tusks bared. He must have weighed more than twice as much as Gregory. The noise of each of his angry steps was Like a thunderclap in the boy's ears. The onlookers watched on as the overpowering giant looked about to grind the young human into dust before their eyes. Of course what they didn't know was that Gregory had been routinely dropping guys twice his size since he was fifteen.

The orc charged with most of its weight lunged forwards. Gregory moved half a step to his Left before swinging violently to his right. The movement confused the giant bearing down upon him enough that he couldn't rightly change the direction he was charging or slow down in time. Gregory smoothly fell into a crouch, spinning with a sharp grace and extending his left leg out in a powerful arc. The orc felt the impact strike the backs of his knees and was sent sprawling forwards to land in a heap on the ground. The crowd gave a shocked gasp of approval at the action.

Gregory Let the orc climb back onto his feet though he probably shouldn't have. This time his opponent lumbered forwards with sure footed steps, the front of his body covered in dirt. Getting into a straight up brawl with the orc would have been akin to suicide and so he quickly dodged back out of the way. He did this over and over again, each time the orc grew more and more angry and tried to swing at him only to find his fist sailing through thin air. The extra weight the ore carried was not muscle but fat and soon the wild swinging took its toll. Gregory saw sweat pouring from the green skin and breaths that came deep and laboured whilst his own were short and controlled. The other orcs were enjoying the display. Gregory wasn't running away, he was dodging with incredible speed and it seemed even the orcs loved an underdog.

By the time he started punching the orc in the face anyone who knew anything about fighting knew it was all over. The orc was so exhausted he couldn't defend himself whilst Gregory was just breaking a sweat. Finally after only a few stinging jabs his opponent fell to his knees and jabbered something in orcish. Gregory bounced out of reach and glanced to Rudd for approval. He found the emissary applauding and nodding. The challenge was finished. Many others joined in with the applause soon after including, much to Gregory's surprise, Grolfir.

Algra quickly ran over and flung herself against him, her arms wrapping about his hard sweaty body. The feel of her breasts against his chest and then her mouth pushed against his was certainly enough of a reward for the young man. Though from the look in her eyes he sensed there might be more in store for him soon enough.

“Had I known he could move Like that I would not have spoken as I did." Grolfir's deep voice was heard over the dispersing mob.

“Had I known he could move like that I would have done away challenge and laid back with legs open." Algra let her simmering whisper reach only Gregory's ears.

The eighteen year old flushed pink as Grolfir moved over to them.

“Thank you, Warchief." Gregory humbly nodded his head in thanks for the compliment. When Algra moved aside he stealthily slipped his hand under her skirt and gave her bare ass a squeeze in thanks for hers too.

"I have not known of the way you fight human. It is interesting. I will leave you to Algra now. Come visit me at first light tomorrow, I have a gift for you. Treat Algra well or I may be your next challenge.” Grolfir warned with a rather menacing grin before he turned and walked away toward the hall.

As Gregory was considering taking Algra somewhere private and administering a vigorous pounding to her juicy pussy Rudd and the defeated orc sidled up to them. The orc seemed understandably depressed, his eyes lowered to the ground as he spoke. Rudd quickly translated.

“You have all that is mine.“ The emissary spoke in a cheerful tone that did not match the one he was translating.

The human slaves looked at him curiously, a few of the other tents beside Janette's had opened to reveal the gorgeous bodies of several other scantily clad females. It occurred to him that he could take everything from the defeated merchant. Upon seeing the bare flesh inside those tents it might have even been tempting if he didn't have a very warm willing female already pressed up against him.

“I'LL just take Janette, ok? I might be back later though. Until then live well and be happy.“ Gregory told the orc as Rudd translated.

The merchant Listened and seemed to be waiting until the end of Rudd's words as if awaiting the imminent terrible news. When none came except the loss of Janette the beaten orc reached out to grab Gregory's hand and hefted it up and down. Gregory thought that perhaps the orc might have seen humans shake hands once and have surmised in a very orcish way that the greater you shake the hand the more grateful you are. As a result it was a miracle Gregory's shoulder stayed in the socket. The merchant happily turned, walked toward Janette, shoved her rudely toward Gregory and then disappeared inside one of the other tents with the audible noise of giggling females accompanying his departure shortly thereafter.

“Well he seems happy." Gregory chuckled at the abrupt behaviour.

“Orcs don't tend to abuse each other after a challenge but it isn't uncommon for an orc who is victorious over a merchant to take a lot of his stock. As you can imagine orc trading can get very colourful. Anyway, I'LL be off. Give me a shout if you need me." Rudd explained before waving goodbye to Gregory since Algra had a certain look in her eye and he knew better to get between an orc female in heat and her chosen mate.

"Greg! Just what the hell is going on here? When did you turn into Bruce Lee? What's this you've obviously been fucking?" Janette's voice cut through the air Like a knife.

Referring to Algra as 'this' was, as it turned out, one of the bigger mistakes of Janette's life. As the girl's hand lifted to gesture at the female orc it was quickly caught and swung painfully up behind her back.

“Owwww! Ok, ok I'm sorree! Lemme go! Greg! Help!" Janette whined Like a pained kitten.

Greg had been genuinely surprised by Algra's movements but in Janette's efforts to ease the pain of her twisted arm she had thrust her breasts out leaving him to watch as they strained against the confines of her bra. Watching the emerald skinned shapely orc in her little leather top and short skirt pressed up to the fiery haired slender eighteen year old sure as hell made him wish he had a camera more than his conscience was comfortable with.

“Let her go, Algra." He intervened.

The green beauty did as he asked leaving Janette to tug away her arm and rub her shoulder where it had nearly been ripped apart. She shot Algra a very dirty look but didn't say anything more.

“Hey," Gregory turned to look at one of the humans.