"No you won't." Gregory said firmly. "I'm not going to let you get hurt for me."
"Hah! This one not give me any sport." She looked at the orc who had turned from a very deep to a very sickly shade of green.
"I figured that, and if anyone here had challenged me I'd let you kick their ass. But this is my fight. I'm not going to hide behind you. Now go stand with your uncle. I'll be fine." He hoped.
Upon receiving the direct order Algra looked like he'd just dropped a bucked of ice down her pants. The sudden feeling of something heavy dropping inside her was almost like a blow as she turned and walked away in stunned silence. When they had fought she had been lust crazed and she had underestimated him. The merchant would certainly have his wits about him and the removal of Gregory's shirt along with the fact that she had shown he had bested her would certainly not cause the merchant to feel overly cocky.
"Greg what the fuck are you doing? It'll kill you!" Was that genuine concern in Janette's voice?
"Thanks for the vote of confidence. You ready?" He turned to the orc he was facing.
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 orc 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. "can you understand me?"
The balding man he had addressed had been stoking a cooking fire and looked at Gregory with surprise. Clearly he wasn't used to being spoken to by someone so apparently prestigious. After a moment his shock passed and he nodded that he did indeed comprehend the young man's words.
"When he comes back could you tell the merchant I've borrowed the tent Janette was in? I'll be spending the night there." Gregory said.
"Of course master." The man gave him a deep nod that was almost a bow in respect. "Would you like food and water for the night?"
Apparently since this was one of the merchant's slaves he now belonged to Gregory too. Lifting his hand, Gregory idly rubbed his chin. He was getting very tired of being called 'master' everywhere he went. Well, unless it was Algra of course but that was entirely for kinky reasons.
"Yes please. Could you bring it to us when it's ready?" Gregory's tone was clearly something the slave wasn't used to. Orcs weren't cruel to their servants but neither were they overly polite either.
The man nodded and then bowed outright to Gregory who took a deep breath and walked over to the tent. He was followed by Algra and then a few moments later by Janette who didn't know where else to go.
The moment Gregory and Algra had slipped inside they were quickly wrapped in each other's arms and fiercely locking lips with such intensity that it left Janette stunned as she followed them inside. Here was the boy she had known throughout high school falling to the pillows at her feet and rolling carelessly atop a very scantily clad creature with the body of a fitness model. Speechless, she watched as Gregory peeled the few straps of fur from the orc woman's breasts and tugged the garment over her head leaving her topless. Janette's eyes widened as she saw the smooth flawless round tits bounce into view. The emerald colour of Algra's skin darkened at the thick pebbled peaks of her breasts and Janette felt a very disturbing twinge travel along her body as Jamie took one of those little nubs between his lips.
"Greg! What the hell is this!? Fuck, I am so telling everyone about you." The redhead propped her hands on her hips and tried to look imposing whilst standing there in her underwear.
"Janette," Gregory lifted his head from Algra's breast gaining a small growl of protest from the orc as he turned to look at the other human in the tent. "I really couldn't give a shit what you say. Still, when we get back if you want to tell everyone that we got sent to a parallel fantasy universe and I had sex with an unbelievably gorgeous orc in front of you then go ahead. Just make sure you film their reaction and send it to me."
With that, Gregory got back to the business of pleasing Algra by setting light kisses over her breasts, down across her flat belly and finally peeling down her little skirt over her legs to brush his lips through the soft curls of her mound. The pleasant musk of her aroused pussy filled his nostrils as he dipped his mouth to slide his tongue along those smooth slippery pink petals. Algra moaned with delight as she felt him slip his talented tongue inside her and wiggle it around inside her sensitive flesh. She laid back, slowly rolling her hips as she tried to rub her clit against his probing tongue. Her hands lifted to grasp her soft tits as she pinched and groped at her emerald skin.
The sight of Gregory pleasuring the orc with his mouth drew an unwanted tingle from between Janette's thighs. In all the years she'd known him, he'd never spoken to her like that and as much as she hated to admit it there was definitely a part of her that wanted him between her legs. In school he'd always had a problem with acne and his fondness for clothing several sizes bigger than required always made his lithe frame seem skinny. Recently his skin had cleared up and she'd been shocked to find a handsome face with rich expressive features instead of zit-city. Though she would never have admitted it, her cruel attentions to Gregory in the past few years had simply been an effort to get him to pay attention to her. Freddie wasn't what anyone would call good looking but he was strong, respected and even feared. She had been with him because...no, the truth of the matter was she had no idea why she'd been with him for years now. Breaking up with him would lose her all of her friends because all of her friends were his friends more. She had also long suspected what the past day had proven. Freddie was not a stable young man at all.
Now here she was, watching the subject of her deepest desires as he made another woman suddenly tense sharply before her eyes then slowly relax when her climax subsided. Janette hadn't had an orgasm in longer than she could remember that wasn't induced by her own fingers.
Gregory had to admit that making Janette so obviously uncomfortable was giving him a warm fuzzy sensation in the pit of his stomach. This wasn't even considering the already enormously satisfying experience of feeling the tingles of pleasure ripple through the gorgeous creature beneath his lips. One of Algra's hands lowered from her breast to run her fingers through his hair. She felt the sweet vibrations of a low growl pour from his throat out through her cunt as he lifted his tongue to flick the velvety wet tip across her hard little clit. The sudden rapid little flicks across her sensitive nub made her clamp her eyes shut and curl her toes as a sharp thunderous climax ripped through her body leaving her stunned and blissfully numb. Her pussy gushed with her juicy nectar and Gregory happily lapped up all he could before lifting his lips to set a kiss in amidst her little pelt of pubic hair and rising up to kneel upright between her legs.
The noticeable bulge present that was stretching the material of the front of his pants made Janette's eyes widen in shock and lift her fingers to her lips. A few years ago she remembered that Gregory had been carrying something in his pocket and she'd told everyone he'd got an erection. They'd all laughed and jeered at him. As it turned out, judging from what she was glimpsing beneath his pants, if he hadgotten an erection he sure as hell wouldn't have gone long without a girlfriend once they laid eyes on this particular weapon.
He caught the look she was giving him out of the corner of his eye and turned to face her, his conscience getting the better of him finally.
"Janette, you don't have to stay here if you don't want. I could ask if they'd clear out a tent for you." His hands lowered to caress their way along Algra's bare legs as he spoke. The orc was still contentedly mewling from her recent orgasm.
"N-no it's..." Janette mumbled.
Gregory blinked, uncertain as to what he'd just heard.
"Jan? If you stay here we're going to be going very hard at it in about two minutes." There was a pleasant laugh hanging in his voice as he spoke.
The girl hesitantly nodded her acceptance. She felt her skin burning with embarrassment as her eyes lowered to that thick bulge in his pants. Everything in her mind was telling her to leave, none of this made any sense, this wasn't how things happened. Yet every part of her body yearned to stay rooted to the spot and watch him and his lover together. The loving care with which he ran his hands over that green skin and the passion that blazed in his expression each time he looked at her was something Janette had never known.
It was something she desperately wanted.
Gregory hesitated for a moment and then looked back down at Algra. The orc woman's dark eyes fluttered open to look at him and made it clear she was happy to have an audience. Her hands reached down between them and ripped the front of his pants open with the audible tearing of fabric. The young man's thick long cock sprung up immediately making the stunning creature beneath him purr her approval. There was also the small yet unmistakable noise of a distinctly feminine whimper coming from Janette's direction as she laid eyes upon his length. Gregory couldn't help but feel a shiver of ego flush through him as Algra's fingers wrapped around his considerable girth to point his swollen meat at her waiting pussy. He took a deep breath and then thrust his hips forward, sinking every inch of himself inside that tight green flesh. Algra's pussy wilfully sucked him deeper inside of her, the slick folds fluttering with delight around him as he claimed her horny cunt with a short sharp thrust.
Gregory watched the writhing female beneath him lift her hands to
rest on his hard muscular torso. His own fingers dug into the pillows at either side of her, using his arms for leverage as he began to fuck his slave. Algra ran her fingers up across his shoulders, enjoying the firm ripples of his muscle moving against each other. Then came another of his lightning fast thrusts before he buried himself to the hilt inside her once again. The quick powerful movements made her pussy quiver with bliss and sent thunder shocks of sweet white hot pleasure through her body.
Janette watched their movements, shocked and thoroughly enjoying the display Gregory was making. With each of those quick movements he affirmed his dominance over Algra. The girl's fingers lightly tickled across her bare inner thighs until she felt her own tiny panties were soaked completely. The lovers now only had eyes for each other, the slow intensity of their fucking grew into a steady rhythm as their bodies slapped together. Algra's long green legs lifted to wrap around Gregory's body as her soft round tits bounced with each of those deep thrusts.
As Janette's delicate fingers slipped under the thin film of her sodden panties to trace tiny little circles around her clit, the sight before her turned downright frenzied. Algra's first scream of ecstasy rung throughout the entire camp as her saturated pussy squeezed and sucked Gregory's relentless cock. The scream was taken as something of a challenge as he slammed into her over and over again. Wet slapping noises filled the tent as Algra's fingernails scratched over his shoulders. They never broke eye contact, the lust craze in their eyes plainly clear as their bodies shook and writhed against each other.
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