The Missing Dragon Ch. 02

Gregory looked over to him and their eyes met across the open area. Freddie gave Greg a sickeningly malicious smirk, despite his situation. It wasn't a look that Gregory liked at all, mostly because Freddie's face seemed alarmingly devoid of sanity. The iron shackles and the large post embedded in the earth seemed more than sturdy, however. Gregory turned away from the other boy and settled his sights on the far more pleasing behind of his orc lover.

Greg followed the appealing sway of Algra's ass into his new home. Stepping under the threshold, he was immediately impressed by the spacious interior with plenty of room to stand up and a wooden room divider to give the bed some privacy. Though largely empty of furniture, he noted that Algra's chest of former possessions had been moved into the tent and that there was a small table set up along with a few wooden chairs surrounding it. A much more comfortable looking seat rested parallel and with its back to the room divider. A quick peek around that long panel of wood revealed a spacious bed with a thin screen of material hanging from the upper canopy and spilling around it to keep insects away.

"Well, this is a hell of a lot more than I expected. Bolut's done a great job." It seemed that Gregory was much more pleased with his new abode than with his new pants.

"It is fine," Algra agreed somewhat passively.

Gregory took a few steps towards the orc female and caught her up in his arms. He had to admit, the lack of clothing had its perks as his bare chest was pressed against the little fur top that she wore. Her passive expression suddenly turned dangerously keen once again as she looked right into her eyes.

"Once Valise leaves, do you want to break the bed in?" He lifted his brows suggestively.

"Break it in...half?" Algra blinked in surprise at his intentions.

"No," he chuckled before placing his lips upon hers briefly and enjoying an appetiser of her taste. "It's just an expression. Although you definitely bring out the animal in me, Algra Strongblood. I think I might like to try breaking a few beds in half with you."

The shock turned into pure molten lust as his words rang in her ears. Her arms lifted across his shoulders and she pulled her hard against him. The force of the orc was downright scary, or at least it would have been if the end result hadn't lit a fireworks display in his mind. Algra's mouth was hungry and her talent for kissing had improved vastly over the many opportunities to practice that she'd had in the past days.

Gregory decided there was nothing for it, he had to have her right there. It wasn't going to be long but damn if it wouldn't be memorable. Getting out of her vice-like embrace wasn't going to be easy. He pondered his options before pressing his index and middle fingers just beneath her arms. The resulting reflex loosened up the grip she had on him just enough for him to slip out of her grasp and spin her around to face the table. A guttural orcish growl of warning escaped the woman's throat before she felt her tiny skirt being pulled down over her strong thighs.

Her head cleared just long enough to realise what her master had planned and she eagerly reached down to rest her hands on the heavy-set table. Gregory was suddenly very grateful that he now only needed to tug the tight trunks down over his growing member. The ease of access was a welcome difference and, as he looked down at that curvy emerald ass, he felt the fresh steel in his length. Placing the swollen tip at the orc woman's tight entrance, he found her already saturated with excitement.

It was Gregory's turn to let out a low, reverberating growl of lust as he plunged inside that incredible pussy. The thick, orcish muscles lining her inner walls wrapped snugly around his length as its thick peak was pushed deep into her core. The impact made Algra emit a thoroughly pleased little grunt as she felt that human cock inside her once again.

Her arms quickly lowered her upper body to rest upon the table. Her soft tits flattened in their fur trappings against the wooden surface and she offered her bare ass up for the taking. Gregory grasped that offering with one hand whilst the other reached forth to settle in the ebony mane of her hair. She felt the first quick thrust inside her as his fingers tightened in those dark strands. The little hint of pain was overwhelmed by a quick series of explosive thrusts inside her that left her mouth agape as she panted for more.

He pulled at the hair of the orc beauty and rocked his hips against her. Deep, thunderous thrusts quickly brought the horny female to a rousing crescendo. Her tight pussy spasmed and sucked at him relentlessly as their bodies slapped out a sharp, swift rhythm. Algra's fingernails tore into the wooden table and gouged long claw marks there before finally chipping the wood when Gregory gave her tight ass a playful clap with his free hand.

The light stinging sensation combined with the oncoming second wave of bliss sent Algra soaring over the edge. She happily crashed into another violent climax forcing Gregory to release her hair and firmly grasp her wiggling hips. Pinning her down against the edge of the table, he let out a heavy series of breaths to keep control whilst ramming the horny orc with a newfound vigour.

Algra definitely decided that she liked the new attitude. Her world ignited once again just as Gregory ran the gauntlet of his own release and splattered her slick inner walls with his seed. A roar burst forth from deep within her chest at being so thoroughly fucked by her human master. She wanted everyone within earshot to know just what was going on between them.

Gregory joined in with a roar of his own as he felt himself pour into her. The bestial bellow resounded through Bolut's camp as the wild man claimed his mate with furious abandon. As his voice fell into a low growl, he looked down upon Algra and saw her contentedly still bent over the table. The table had moved several feet across the floor during their rutting and it was close to being shoved through the canopy of the tent entirely. Gregory made a mental note to avoid that in future. Perhaps he'd have Janette bend over from the other side to even things out.

He smirked at the lewd idea and lowered his head to settle a series of soft kisses across Algra's shoulders after sweeping her mussed up hair out of the way. She felt his cock still buried deep in her, the warmth it had filled her with was radiating out from her core like a glowing light from within. The kisses on her back moved up to the nape of her neck and then her cheek The soft little caresses of his lips stood in stark contrast with the damn near violent sex they'd both just enjoyed.

The sound of Valise's throat clearing had Gregory quickly jolting upright, the sudden movement to stand inadvertently pushed his cock deep inside Algra again and elicited a pleasantly startled grunt from the orc.

Gregory turned to see that not only had the blonde lady slipped into his tent but that she'd quietly set up her things in the corner whilst he and Algra were busily getting on with sating other, baser needs. The sudden realisation made Gregory's cheeks grow suddenly very warm and he instinctively stepped away from Algra like a kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar. The happy jade skinned female didn't seem to care about the presence of Valise in the slightest and contentedly murmured something against the table as Gregory stepped back to fumble his deflating member back into his tight fitting trunks.

"Er...hi. Sorry about the um..." Well he damn sure wasn't going to say the word 'mess' in front of Algra. "Sorry about that." He winced to himself.

"It is quite alright, master." Valise seemed somewhat tickled by his sudden awkwardness. She suppressed her mirth like a good sport. "The sight of coupling isn't uncommon in the camp. I've grown used to it. The orcs are a very straightforward people, are they not?"

Gregory took a deep breath and then looked back to the orc currently dozing upon the table in front of him with her skirt down around her knees. He saw the glistening shine of his fresh, creamy seed beginning to drip from her glistening pussy. It was difficult not to look at such a sight without feeling his heart radiate a pleasant warmth of its own.

"They are." He fondly noted before looking back to the fair haired woman across the way.

She had settled herself down and folded her legs. Her long white dress had a hint of transparency that suggested the shapely, slim figure beneath without being too explicit about it. A hood rested over her head and her bright golden blonde hair curled out from beneath it to frame her face. Valise's face was something of an odd treat to look upon, for the woman was definitely an unconventional beauty. She had a long feminine nose and a wide, generous mouth just a little too large for her face. Her eyes were large pools of deep azure that regarded all she looked upon with a razor edged intellect.

In an effort to give Algra a hint of decency, Gregory tugged her skirt back over her nude, green bottom and gave that lovely curve a little pat once it was in place. She murmured something amiable, albeit incomprehensible as she savoured the afterglow of their abrupt intimacy.

Gregory turned back to Valise and snagged a chair from the table before walking over and sitting before her. She had set up five small bottles upon a dark red mat, each of the bottles contained a liquid of a different colour and texture. Gregory looked over each of them before returning his attention to the fair haired lady.

"Most alchemy potions have an almost instantaneous effect. The magic held within them allows for a rapid absorption into the body that far surpasses the usual break down of the digestive system," Valise began as she reached for the first bottle and picked it up to offer to him.

Gregory took the glass into his hand and examined the bright violet liquid inside. It seemed thin and watery with a distinct glow emanating from its substance. He gently pulled out the stopper of the bottle and took a quick sniff to be almost overwhelmed by the scent of lavender.

"Wow. That'll clear out the sinuses," He blinked a few times and took a few more gentle inhales of the mixture.

"Perhaps that is true, but it is not the purpose of the potion. Take a sip," Valise suggested with an encouraging smile.

Gregory lifted the bottle to his lips and took the concoction into his mouth. It tasted light and refreshing with a hint of sweetness to it. He'd barely had time to come to terms with the taste, however, when the world suddenly got very bright indeed. It was as if someone had suddenly burned a stick of magnesium in front of his gaze. Gregory quickly covered his eyes and let out a little yelp of protest as Valise quickly hopped to her feet and snuffed out the lights in the room.

Once the fire had died down beyond his eyelids, he tentatively peeked outwards again to see that he could see perfectly in spite of the dark. The world was settled in shades of blue and purple but he could clearly make out everything within the very dark tent. Valise was walking back to take her seat again. Algra was beginning to lift herself upright to her feet as she came to terms with the sudden loss of light.

"It lets you see in the dark?" He stood up and looked around the room and down at his own hands.

"Yes master, do you like it?"

"I feel like a cat prowling about in the dark," he cheerfully replied as he quietly slipped over to Algra and tickled his fingers up along the orc's flanks as she regained her feet. After dodging the instinctive flying elbow that followed from the woman, he settled his lips against hers and she quickly realised that pleasant familiarity. He slipped his hand into hers and slowly led her through the dark to sit upon the bed.

"Indeed, it is a useful potion for spies and the like. People do all manner of interesting things in the dark," Valise wisely noted.

"I'll bet they-" Gregory was immediately struck silent as he returned his gaze to the fair haired woman to see that her robe now hung loosely over her arms to leave her shoulders and her breasts bare in the darkness.

She remained seated there, that little enigmatic smile was still offered on those wide lips of hers. He drank in the slender shape of her feminine shoulders and the beautiful curves of her breasts. Each of those smooth mounds was just a little more than a handful and peaked with a light pink nipple. He watched in the dark as those little tips pebbled before his eyes and she openly displayed herself for him. The effects of the potion rendered her in shades of blue and purple to his hungry gaze.

"Master?" Algra's voice, a hint of curiosity carried with it due to his sudden silence.

"Uh? Oh. I-er..." He initialised a quick brain reboot as he looked upon the older woman and felt his trunks suddenly become a little tighter around his member. "Sorry, lost my train of thought there," he gave Valise a little grin which was quickly returned at their naughty little secret. "I was going to say I bet this would really come in handy around here at night out in the jungle. I can see way more than I would have been able to with a torch."

The little double entendre brought Valise's fingertips to her lips as she stifled a little laugh. Gregory was then left to watch as those fingertips stroked down over her chin to land upon the softness of her left breast and she lightly caressed a little circle around her exposed nipple.

The tightness in Gregory's trunks was beginning to get uncomfortable.

"So what else have you brought to show me?" He gave Algra's shoulder an affectionate little squeeze and then left her seated upon the bed to walk back to the chair he'd put in front of Valise.

The orc was content enough to strip out of her own clothing and crawl over the furs of the bed and settle down to listen.

Valise lifted the next bottle up to him and he took it to find the glass was oddly chilled and crystal clear. The top was popped open and no scent touched his nostrils, though he suddenly got the sensation that he'd stepped outside on a snowy winter's day.

Another sip was taken and he felt the effects immediately. At first he thought he was getting very drunk and there was a vague sense of nausea before his head settled and his eyes focused. The world around him was moving as if in slow motion. His own body felt somewhat sluggish as his perception of reality was suddenly dragging its feet.

It was a strange feeling to behold but the reason for it became immediately apparent when Valise reached over to pluck an empty bottle from amongst her things. She then hurled it as hard as she could directly at Gregory's face. He saw the entire thing and thanks to it all happening at half speed he was easily able to move his hand to not only stop the little bottle from breaking on his nose, but catch it cleanly out of the air. This was all the more impressive as he felt just how light the little thing was to hold. Even the slightest of squeezes would have shattered it, yet he'd easily snagged it from its trajectory without a hint of trouble.

It was true, his body wasn't moving any faster, but his mind definitely was. The effects of the potion didn't last very long, however and he quickly felt reality speeding back up to its normal pace once again. A shake of his head loosed the extra cobwebs that the potions had formed in his mind and he smiled down to Valise.

"That was incredible." As a martial artist, Gregory knew the applications of such a potion were downright lethal. "I'm...I'm starting to feel a little weird though."

"That is because you're combining the potions together. The more you drink, the more the body becomes fatigued. Here..." Valise lifted up the third bottle. "This is a cleansing agent. It will purge the others from your body."

Gregory looked down at the sunny yellow mixture and opened the cap to smell citrous. One sip later and the slightly dizzy feeling he'd experienced subsided along with his night vision.

"Ok, so no binge drinking on the magic potions. Got it."

Valise lit a couple of candles a few moments later and to Gregory's disappointment, he saw that her robe was neatly back in place over her shoulders. Her breasts had been nice to look upon in the darkness with those blues and violet's of the potion to colour the soft mounds. He had been looking forward to seeing her with his natural sight, however. That ivory skin and nipples that must have been a lovely shade of rosy pink would have been a very pleasant sight to behold in their dealings.

At least the tightness in his trunks would subside.

Valise was just about to move to the next offering when they were interrupted by a sudden commotion outside the tent.

"Freddie! No!" Janette's voice. Gregory was on his feet and bounding out for the tent before Algra or Valise knew what was going on.

He ran out to see a sight that made his insides feel hollow. Janette had evidently left the courtesan's tent and had seen Freddie was loose. Gregory was first immediately relieved to see that he hadn't attacked her. They were stood on opposite sides of the camp and in order to get to her Freddie would have needed to either get past Gregory or Bolut who had also emerged to see what the noise was about.

It was the sudden realisation of what Freddie was doing that sent a cold chill down Gregory's spine. He was rummaging through a pile of clothes. A dirty pile of clothes. Within the pile, he saw that Talina must have thrown his jeans out to be washed and Freddie was quickly pawing at the discarded garments before he stood upright. Gregory saw the tiny golden glinting object in between Freddie's fingers and the horrid hollow grin of victory spreading across his face.

He'd found the ring!

"Oh, now you'll fucking listen to me won't you? You little bitch." Freddie's voice was hoarse and his breathing ragged as he looked at Janette.

Bolut made a move to go towards Freddie.

"Wait!" Gregory lifted his hand to halt the big orc in his tracks along with a couple of others in the camp who were eager for an excuse to tear Freddie apart.

"That's right, stay back! You pack of freaks!" A few traces of spittle escaped Freddie's lips as he screamed at the orcs.

"Freddie, you don't know what will happen if..." Gregory started to reason without much hope. Freddie wasn't the reasoning type.

"You shut up! This is all on you. All of it! I should have stuck you years ago, you little shit." Freddie's voice lowered to a venomous hiss as those empty, bloodied eyes narrowed upon Gregory.

"Then you'd be in jail right now, Freddie." Gregory tried to keep his voice reasonable.

"The fuck I would! I got smarts you never knew about, Greg. I figured out it was the ring. The cunt put it on and we all wound up here. I put it on again and either we all go back and I kill you like a dog or I just go back and I kill everyone you ever fuckin' spoke to. Either way, you will hurt for what you did here. Maybe I'll fuck Jan in front of you and bleed her slow. Then I'll cut off your-"

Gregory didn't have it in him to hold back any longer. Ring or no ring, Freddie had brought his blood to the boil and, for the first time in his life, Gregory felt nothing holding him back. It took him only five sprinted steps to close the ground between them before he leapt in the air to plant both of his boots smack in the middle of Freddie's chest. It took the demented lunatic completely by surprise. Despite all that had happened, Freddie still couldn't believe that the calm, reserved Gregory Hopkins would be capable of such a thing.

He barely had time to come to terms with the situation as Gregory landed on his feet and rushed at Freddie. A firm punch in the gut tore the air from Freddie's lungs and the crushing blow across the jaw that followed sent his world upside down. It also sent him sprawling forwards to land face first in the dirt.