"Oh, he's leaned down some since his last visit," Glasha commented looking over Xa'Gun's large body. Hellie and Demze tilted their head. They saw him on a more regular basis and didn't notice. Now that Glasha mentioned, Xa'Gun did appear to have lost some weight.

Ulith watched as the other Orcesses didn't make a move, so she broke their group and trotted over to Xa'Gun.

As Xa'Gun was going to ask Hellie what was up with them, he was questioned by one of the cuter Orcess, "Have you and the Princesses mated???"

Xa'Gun looked down to the cute Orcess that asked the question with a sweet voice, but it's content was rather... Prying.

"Wot?" Xa'Gun could only ask.

"You haven't? But, you've been marked... Twice no less." Ulith now close could see an older mark on Xa'Gun's next to go with the newer mark on his chest, "But you haven't mated...? Odd, don't you think?"

The Orcess group opened and closed their mouths a few times like fish out of water, only Demze shook her head.

Xa'Gun wondered who let this sassy female into his burrow. Was his burrow open to the public as he was a slave???

Not sure how to answer, he gave a questioning grunt, as he turned around and left the burrow. He picked his axe back up that he had just leaned against the burrow to go back to working out. Even as his arms were numb, it was better energy spent than dealing with whatever this was...

As he walked out of the burrow, the Orcess group followed. Before Xa'Gun raised his axe to start, he felt a slight brush against the back of his arm, as he looked back down to the cute Orcess.

Ulith spoke again, finding this male Orc more interesting, "Then how about We mate...? I don't have to mark you... If you want We can just mate on the side. I think my father calls them concubines... I can be your concubine???"

Xa'Gun just stared blankly and slack jaw at this cute female orc that just proposed some interesting conditions. It would be a lie to say he wasn't tempted, but everything had a price... Just what was the price for this, and what was her angle? Who sent her?

[Is Ulith smarter than Demze???] Hellie could only wonder in secret, as she strode over to Ulith. She covered the Orcess mouth and dragged her away from Xa'Gun.

With the idiot come genius removed, the other Orcesses gathered closer to Xa'Gun. The crowd of fertile ladies caused Xa'Gun to feel more cornered than when the gates of the arena opened during his bouts. The Bloodletter sisters quickly went to his side and proceeded to rub their hands over his sweaty arms.

"His arms have gotten thicker, so quickly," Glasha commented.

"It could just be you didn't lay hands on him last time or did you?" her sister asked, as Xa'Gun stood perfectly still letting the Orcesses do as they pleased.

Shagadub walked over, while not getting handsy, she did look at him from head to toe.

Hellie released the struggling Ulith, as she stamped her foot in thought, [This is my Ex all over again... This is why Demze didn't want these Orcess to come around...]

Demze nods looking at the situation knowing everything was going to plan. She glanced at Hellie, who showed her displeasure on her face. Demze then frowned, as someplace in her heart she felt regretful that Hellie just got her friends back together. Seeing her sister feeling torn up, that place in her heart burned slightly.

Shaking her head, she finally shrieked, "Alright, Get the Hell away you SKANKS!" Demze strode forward and brushed the hands of the Orcesses from Xa'Gun.

"Hey, We're just checking him out."

"I don't care! This one is claimed, you skanks. Go find your own!" Demze roared at Glasha.

"Damn Demze, you don't have to be a mega-bitch." Mazoga couldn't help but reply.

"So what... You and Hellie share him?" Ulith joked.

"If We do, that's this sister's business. Off with all of you. Shoo-shoo! Scat! Get!"

"Damn, fuck you too, Demze." Shagadub spat, as she turned to walk back into the burrow from Xa'Gun's outback training ground.

"All of you get, you skanks!"

"Ugh, she's only like this because no other Orc would have anything to do with her. Soon, as this male specimen figures that out, he'll come to find me." Shagadub walked away as well.

Hellie watched at the group left back into the burrow, as she stepped next to Demze and whispered, "Thank you... But We have to talk about that love bite you call a mark later..."

Demze smiled slightly, "Yeah, yeah... Now go after them. Blame everything on me. Shoo. Go on with them." Demze pushed Hellie out the backyard, as well, and into the burrow.

Xa'Gun rubbed the back of his head wondering just what the hell happened, as he took a seat on the petrified wood.

Demze waited a moment, and went into the burrow, while Xa'Gun watched her walk away. He got up and started chopping on the wood, to clear his mind again.

A bit of time passed, as Demze reemerged from the burrow with a towel and some sweet squeezed fruit juice.

"Here." Demze offered to Xa'Gun.

He looked at both items, and then at Demze. Demze smiled, as she waited with her hands stretched out in front of her.

Reluctantly, he took the towel and wiped his face and neck. Afterward, he took the tankard and drained its contents.

"This is good!" Xa'Gun smacked his lips.

"It's juice. It has lots of sugar, and good for getting energy. I also added a bit of salt to it. Muscles need salt, as when you sweat you release salt. Ever notice how sweat is salty."

Xa'Gun grunted in acknowledgment, and for the first time realized that Demze was very intelligent, and not just cunning. He hesitated, but he returned the tankard and the towel to Demze, who took both and returned to the burrow.

He watched her walk away and noticed how her dress pulled across her bountiful bottom. She disappeared into the burrow, as he shook his head and went back to training. He had originally come in from training, but after being cornered by the ladies and his loans stirred, he calmed himself down with more overhead swings.

*******

With the sun dipping behind the mountains, and Xa'Gun unable to move, Demze helped Xa'Gun up and moved him inside the burrow and onto the couch.

"You really need to stop going so hard that you can't move." Demze reprimanded in a light tone.

Xa'Gun only grunted in reply.

"So, how was it to be surrounded by copious amounts of wiggly giggly females?" Demze teased.

In a rare display, Xa'Gun replied, "Tiring and slightly concerning..." He closed his eyes and propped his head on the back of the couch, where he sat.

"Tiring? Concerning? Most males would love the attention."

"Attention? Attention isn't always a good thing. What is their angle? What is it that they want from me, huh?" Xa'Gun raised his head and opened his eyes again, as they narrowed while gazing upon Demze.

Demze thought for a moment, then replied, "I think those Orcesses, with the exception of one, just like the way you look."

"Doubtful. There are many Orcs here. There is no need or want to be interested in me."

"Well, I'm sure half of their interest in you, is my sister and my interest in you."

"And what is your interest, Demze," Xa'Gun asked, and called Demze by name.

Demze smiled, "I have plans for you, but... I also like you."

"I do not like you, though."

"Yes, you do. You just don't know it yet." Demze crawled into Xa'Gun's lap and straddled his hips.

A very precarious place to be for an Orcess upon an Orc. It only took a bit of grinding for Xa'Gun's instincts to appear.

"Your body is more honest than you are..." Demze laughed.

Xa'Gun grunted but furrowed his eyes.

Demze pulled Xa'Gun by the shoulders and piled her lips upon his. After being slightly started, he pushed Demze away from him, while she still sat upon his lap.

"Don't you know it's rude to turn down an Orcess?" Demze shrugged her shoulders ridding Xa'Gun's loose hands, as she leaned back forward to kiss him again.

This time she didn't hesitate and sucked on Xa'Gun's lower lip. Xa'Gun opened his eyes wide looking at the closed-eyed and blushing Demze. Giving in to instinct, his lips parted and allowed her black tongue to invade his mouth. Demze felt inexperienced at this ritual but felt she had read enough to know how a kiss should be. She left the rest to her instincts. Xa'Gun felt his will waning, eyes closed, and his hands wondering.

He gripped Demze by her bottom, as he kneaded her lobes.

She continued to explore Xa'Gun's mouth feeling his teeth. Her tongue couldn't help but find two gaps in the front where tusks should be... She ached in her heart in this rare moment, as her tongue danced inside of Xa'Gun's mouth. Xa'Gun gave way, and followed Demze's tongue, as his own traveled to the cunning Orcess' mouth. He felt her teeth, as he then crawled his tongue over her gums. Demze shuddered at this tingling sensation between them.

She pulled back startled at how good this felt, a small thread of salvia connected the two's mouth. Xa'Gun's eyes were slightly red, as Demze's vision was hazy.

Both of which heard the clearing of a pair of throats to the side of them at the entrance of the burrow, where they held each other upon the Couch.