The Missing Dragon Ch. 04

Fiona liked to be dominated. She wasn't entirely submissive, as Lydia knew from experience that she usually liked to tussle and play with her lovers before letting them take her. Yet she and Talina had both realised that once the play-fighting was over, Fiona tended to have her most intense climaxes when Lydia held her down and Talina roughly pinched at her nipples or lightly spanked her before plunging her fingers into that needy kitty-cunt.

Gregory was doing almost the same thing, albeit in a somewhat different manner. His fingers kneaded Fiona's soft tits as they jiggled lightly with each rocking motion of their bodies. She was clearly trying to get him to fuck her more, but he wasn't letting her. Instead he moved with her body, keeping himself buried deep inside her. Fiona clawed the furs beneath her with instinct, and tried to shift her knees to get him to move. He only pinched her nipples and played with her tits whilst holding her head to look directly into her eyes.

It was difficult to see what he was looking for, as his expression was something of an enigma with its relatively calm appearance and slight crooked smile. Only the shin of sweat covering his muscular frame betrayed his exertions and his own enjoyment in ravishing the female.

Then he kissed her, and she moaned with approval as their tongues clashed and greeted each other warmly. Perhaps he'd only wanted to look at her closer, for he'd never seen the like of Fiona Lynn. Perhaps he'd wanted to look into the eyes of a beautiful woman who he'd just pleasured to her climax. Perhaps he wanted to lure her off her guard.

It was probably all three.

What happened next made Fiona tear claw marks into the furs, as Gregory broke the kiss and lifted himself upright to release her hair and her tit and grab her bare ass with both hands. Then he fucked her wildly, rudely shoving her off balance and into Lydia's welcoming arms. Lydia suddenly found herself with Fiona laid atop her with their breasts cushioning together and the woman's wild green eyes looking for their imminent release. Fiona's lips parted and she screamed up to the heavens as Gregory's cock blurred inside her cunt and her firm ass shook with each thunderous impact.

He wasn't playing or teasing any longer. The way that Fiona had looked at him, silently begging for more had driven him past his own limit. He fucked her with a passionate abandon until her climaxes came forth like waves crashing against the shore. Lydia saw each one of those waves in Fiona's moans, in the way her eyes opened wide and her pointed ears twitched.

Gregory's own body shone with sweat that dripped from his brow onto his lovers back. The sensation of that gloriously tight pussy convulsing around his cock, suckling and fluttering with each thrust, finally claimed the last of his reserve and he unleashed his own climax inside Fiona.

She made a cat-like screech on feeling his hot cum pouring into her, and her body crashed back against him in an overwhelming release of her own. The sweet juices of the beautiful woman squirted lewdly across his balls, and between Lydia's open legs. Another thick gush of cum poured into her before he slid his cock from her and pushed it between the two pussies of the courtesans. They happily shifted their bodies to sandwich his cock between their slippery cunts and milked the last of his cum from him. It proved to be enough to cover the lower hemispheres of Lydia's tits and give much of the fur on Fiona's belly a sticky sheen.

Once he'd finished pumping his rich cream across the two women, he finally released a long-held breath and stroked his hands over Fiona's ass and down the backs of her thighs with the flow of her fur. He found the two lovely ladies smiling at each other when he leaned over to settle a few little kisses on Fiona's shoulder before leaning down to steal a kiss from Lydia's lips.

"Mmm," she licked her lips to savour the taste of him, "master, you came here to get clean, but it seems you've just spread the mess around."

Lydia traced her finger along beneath the large globe of her right breast and popped the gooey liquid she found there into her mouth. She sucked his essence away with a somewhat lewd noise from her tongue and then gave a sultry laugh when she saw him wink at her over Fiona's shoulder.

"Well then, let's get cleaned up," he said.

"The water will be cold now," Fiona warned, looking back over at the bucket she'd brought in.

"Then we'll have to warm each other up, won't we?" he grinned.

They took their time cleaning each other and massaging their tired bodies. The water flowed between them in smooth cascades from one body to the next. Gregory spent most of the bath kneeling between the women as they set about their work. This left his hands to clean each of them, which was something of an unfair workload but certainly not one he was ever going to complain about.

He left the courtesans tent scrubbed clean and after giving Fiona a parting kiss on the lips and Lydia a prolonged parting kiss on the pussy that left her quite dishevelled again by the time he slipped out of the tent. That night he returned to his own residence in the camp, seeing that the darkness made the place feel all the more emptier with half of Bolut's retainers away on the road. Many of the stalls were clear of their wares and there weren't as many people resting about the place.

The thought occurred to him then that he could have gone with them. It wouldn't have been too difficult to disappear from the camp and never return again. Bolut might have to set up shop in the human kingdoms, and he might have had to have Algra somehow get the ring from her uncle in the hope of finding some way back to Earth. He could have just upped and left it all behind: Grolfir's test, the runts, the provings and the seemingly constant impending threat of grievous bodily harm. They could all have been just a memory.

Except in a strange way it seemed like the camp had become home. He knew many of the people that resided there by name, and he liked the life he'd seemingly stumbled into. He had the most beautiful girl he'd ever known in his arms every night. The people in the camp treated him with respect and strangely seemed to look up to him even after his defeat. Many of them might have thought he was slightly mad to even try to join an orc pack, but they did admire the courage it took to try. The meal times had even been more communal, and the camp had begun to feel like a sort of extended family. Lydia, Fiona, Talina, Valise, Emmet, Bolut, Janette; they meant much more to him than any friends he'd ever had.

That wasn't even mentioning the fact that he was now apparently mated to one of the most stunningly gorgeous women he'd ever seen. It didn't even bother him anymore that she could probably have crushed him with her little finger if she set her mind to it. He was very much in love with Algra Strongblood, and it was perhaps her above all else that he cherished in this strange new world.

Maybe he didn't want to go back anymore.

* * * * *

When he finally returned to his own tent he was met with a shit-storm that quickly made him want to damn-near rout back to Earth.

"You got married!?"

He heard Janette's furious outcry just as he ducked his head back into the tent. Even he couldn't stop the inward cringe at the sound of the redhead's quite rightful anger. When he looked over to her, however, his fear turned into outright confusion.

The bed where they slept together was ruffled with overturned furs and Janette was lying on top of it trying her best to look outraged. This attempt was somewhat softened by the fact that she was only wearing a pair of fur panties that she'd picked up from the orcs and that her wrists were tied to the upper bed posts with a length of thick ribbon. Gregory knew that ribbon was used in some of her dances, since he'd seen her practicing with it.

Algra was knelt on the bed beside her and had discarded her clothing entirely. She looked oddly at ease with the whole situation, though her eyes lit up when she saw her mate rejoin them.

"Er... what's going on?" he asked.

"What's going on? What the hell kind of question is that!? You're asking me what's going on? I go out today thinking 'Gee I hope my boyfriend won't get hurt in his crazy death duels,' then I come back and find you've gotten married!"

Since Janette apparently wasn't quite in her right mind to explain why she was tied up and mostly naked, Gregory flicked his gaze toward Algra for an explanation.

"Don't you dare look at her! I'm not going to mrrrflphth!" Janette was quickly silenced by Algra stuffing the nearest thing she found into the girl's mouth. This just happened to be Algra's own little fur skirt.

"I tell her we are bonded. She not take news well," Algra explained over Janette's muffled cries.

"You think? Why is she tied to the bed?"

"She go to find you. I tell her not to. She try anyway. I tie her up."

"Right, and why is she only wearing her underwear?"

"Does she wear more?"

"Ok, fair point."

This got a furious muffled scream of anger from Janette, though her cheeks tellingly turned a shade of pink at Algra's words.

"I explain that she is still yours, as she is now mine." Algra flashed a tusky grin at him.

Janette gave up struggling and trying to yell at them both to instead flop back down on the bed in defeat. Gregory couldn't help but let out a laugh at the slight absurdity of the situation. He walked over to the bed and reached out to pluck Algra's skirt from Janette's mouth and playfully threw it at the orc before turning back to his human lover.

"You're right. Algra wanted me as her mate, and as I guess you've figured out: It's not all that easy to say no to her." He leaned over Janette and kissed her brow. She didn't try to head butt him, so he supposed that was progress.

"I thought we were all..." Janette couldn't quite put into words the bond that the three of them shared.

"We are." Gregory nodded and gently stroked his hand down her bare flank.

Algra nodded in agreement.

"Then why did you two do this without me?"

"Being mate is not forsaking others, it is forging a deeper connection," Algra quickly interjected before Gregory could try to explain. "He is yours as he is mine. You share a world I do not know. You are bound together deeper than any others who will come in this world. Yet I am his, am I not? Now we both share something deeper with him."

"But you're married. That's a little too special, isn't it? From now on I'll always just be the other woman."

At this Algra grunted dismissively.

"Orc mating isn't exactly like human marriage, Jan. You know how the female orcs kind of go sex-mad every now and then?"

The female orc he happened to be sharing space with just then gave a very dangerous warning growl upon hearing that.

"In a totally irresistible and incredibly sexy way, of course," he quickly added.

Algra's growl turned into something of a purr.

"Well because they kind of lose control during that time, they don't really consider monogamy in mating quite as ironclad as we do. If I'm ever away from Algra and she goes into heat then she'll choose someone else. Because of that, orc women don't really hold it against their mates when they take others. So the mating ceremony just kind of means that she prefers me over anyone else. That we love each other. Right?" He looked over to Algra for confirmation.

The orc woman smiled and nodded. "The courtesans teach you well."

"Oh," Janette let out a calmer breath for the first time that night, "so it isn't about keeping yourself just for her?"

"Urgh, stupid humans," Algra grunted. "How would I fuck you then?"

Janette paused at that and her pale cheeks regained their pink flush.

"Are we ok now? You know I'd mate the fuck out of you in a heartbeat, but you kind of have to be an orc, or at least an orc in training."

Janette let out a long sigh and looked between her two lovers.

"Ok, I'll be fine with it on one condition."

"What's that?" Gregory hoped that another life-threatening quest wasn't on the horizon but prepared himself to bear that burden if she should ask it of him.

"You really have to get your cock in me right now. Your evil orc mate has been teasing me like this for an hour."

"I don't know about that," Gregory laughed and looked over to the nude orc beside him. "I should probably ask my mate's permission first."

"Why you think I tease her so long?" Algra seemed perplexed at his apparent denseness.

"Well this sure beats coming home to find my slippers laid out next to my pipe. I get a gorgeous red head and a soaking pussy at the end of the day. That's way better." He reached down and started tugging off the skimpy fur panties that Janette was wearing.

"Plus, better exercise and less chance of lung cancer," Janette added. "Can you untie me?"

"Sure, in about two to three hours." Gregory watched her wiggle the panties off her feet leaving her completely naked.

"What!? But I- Mrlphrlg!" Janette was silenced this time as Algra swung her leg to kneel over the girl's head and lowered her own saturated pussy down against her mouth.

Gregory wasn't quite sure how Janette would take that, but apparently she found Algra's cunt just as delectable as he did and soon enough they both heard the sound of her tongue lapping against green pussy flesh.

He lifted Janette's legs up and took his own position on the bed. Upon seeing just how wet her glistening pink folds were, he plunged his hardened cock into her with a single thrust and decided to forego the torturous foreplay that Algra had administered. Instead he fucked her hard and deep with long, swift strokes that took every inch of his long, thick length into her tight pussy. His hand slid down between her thighs and he absently flicked his thumb across the juicy little nub of her clit to make her body almost violently quake with a very hard climax that sprayed his balls down with fresh, hot nectar.

Shortly after that, he continued ravishing that hot, tight sheath whilst leaning over to meet Algra's parted lips and top the ravishing they were giving their lover with a tender kiss of their own.

* * * * *

The next day started a lot better than it ended. As he arose to consciousness he couldn't quite tell which limbs were his until he had unravelled himself from the two beauties he'd fallen asleep with. Outside, the light of dawn was peeking through the gap in the tent's canopy. He awoke feeling oddly refreshed considering he couldn't have had all that much sleep in the few hours since they had fallen still.

Giving Janette and Algra a parting kiss each, neither of them stirred as he unlaced himself from between them and stood to dress. This became something of a problem given that lying between two nude sex goddesses had given him some very pleasant dreams and his cock was jutting out in front of him like a flag pole.

He eventually managed to wrestle the kraken back into his tight trunks before slipping on his discarded boots and making for the entrance to the tent. Taking one final look back at the women on the bed, he felt the familiar pleasant tinge of regret at leaving them there. This soon combined with the anticipation of knowing he'd have them again when night fell to leave him feeling quite content as he stepped out in amidst the circle of tents that made up Bolut's camp.

It was then that he spied Talina walking from the main road toward the campfire. She wore the same cloak that she had when they had first met. Dark material swept about her slender frame as she stepped forth. Much of the orcish encampment had yet to rouse for the morning, and that left the two largely alone together for the time being. Upon seeing him, she smiled and raised her hand to wave, for her approach had not yet grown close enough for them to speak without waking up the whole camp.

Gregory stifled a slightly frustrated noise in the back of his throat when he saw she was wearing her usual courtesan's attire beneath the cloak. The little bikini was pulled smoothly over her petite breasts and the strings rested over her beautifully rounded hips. If it hadn't been for Torren, he'd have had her right there in the dirt on seeing that beautiful sight in the morning sun. As it was, he cleared his throat and stepped forwards to her.

"Master is pleased to see me?" Talina offered a naughty smile as her eyes lowered to the rampant trunk that was still straining against his small leather garment.

"You know I'm always pleased to see you, Talina," Gregory couldn't help but laugh, he'd even gotten used to her teasing. That didn't seem to make the teasing any less effective, but he did manage not to blush furiously at her every word anymore.

"Then I am pleased." Her gaze flicked back up to meet his.

"What are you doing up this early?"

"I was fulfilling a duty for Emmet. It was nothing important, master," she dismissed his question with a tactful grace before shifting the direction of the conversation elsewhere. "Ah! But I almost forgot! Come."

I'm nearly there. Greg privately thought upon that last order from the pretty courtesan. He cast a longing glance at the tent where he'd been headed, knowing full well that Lydia and Fiona would happily sate his desires for him. Instead, he looked back to Talina and gave her a small bow of acquiescence before letting her take the lead toward Torren's tent.

He hadn't been around Talina all that much since she'd taken the blacksmith as her lover. Sure, he was happy for them both, but there was something inside him that made him very uncomfortable around the beautiful courtesan. It was like some animal was whispering in his ear. We made her ours! We need her! Take her!

That, combined with his downright rabid libido made him feel like quite the creep. So he kept his eyes forward as they walked side by side together and his muscles wouldn't seem to relax.

"Master? Are you well?" She seemed to notice the uncharacteristically stiff manner in which he was walking.

"Yeah, I'm just..." He thought about making some excuse, then remembered who he was talking to and decided outright honesty was the best policy. "I'm really fucking horny."

"Hmmm, I have noticed you often have that problem."

"Huh?"

"Master, you are hardly ever not horny. Even when you mind is on other matters, all it takes is the slightest of invitations and you seem ready. That is very odd."

"What? I figured it was just, y'know, being a guy."

"Have you truly always felt like this?"

Gregory thought about that for a moment. Actually, he hadn't exactly felt the need to give the old one eyed monster a tug nearly as many times as before. Then again, he hadn't had any beautiful, sexy women to tempt him.

"I guess I've amped it up a little since we first came here. It's just, you know, with Algra and Janette, Fiona and Lydia, Valise and you. It's kind of hard to keep the snake in the cage, you know?"

"And nor should you." Talina lifted her hand to give his shoulder an affectionate pat. "But master, I am Torren's fantasy. He lusts after me a great deal. He is also young and strong. Yet even he needs to take a little while after being with me to recover. You, on the other hand, have just spent all night constantly making love to two women and then awoken four hours later ready for more. That is not normal. Fun, no doubt, but not normal."

"Ok, now you put it like that I guess I am stretching the limits of what's biologically possible. Should I be worried? Is there like, a humping sickness around here or something?"

"Ha! No, my master. Not that I know of, and I know of many ailments. It is just strange, and I thought it time that you should be made aware of it. You don't seem to have noticed."