Not for now, Rohkella is the chieftain and the shaman does not make demands

Something did not feel right, and Rohkella resented being told what to do, even by a shaman. "Not now," she asserted, rising to her feet, "the human is tired and I wish to retire for the night, you will see him when it is best for me."

"You come to me for advice then throw my help in my face? What would the horde say if they knew what you had told me here tonight? Do you think they would continue to follow you?" Braykana let the implied threat hang in the air.

"Any who threatened me so would not last long, would you not say?" Rohkella retorted, certain now she had made the right choice. No one threatens her position, not even shamans. The two Orcs stared at one another for a moment, before Braykana broke the stalemate and lowered her head in submission. Snorting in derision, Rohkella strode out the tent.

As soon as Rohkella had left the tent, Braykana moved to close the tent flap then called for her apprentice. The talk of rutting followed by the vigorous staredown had gotten her worked up, and she wanted, nay needed a good release. "Lokka," she addressed the small brown-haired Orc who had promptly appeared from the back, "You are to serve me thoroughly. Get down on your knees now." The little Orc did as she was told as Braykana sat upon some furs on the floor, hiking her robes up to expose herself to her apprentice. "Would mistress like me to get the tools?" Lokka asked. "Not just yet," Braykana replied, grabbing Lokka roughly by her hair and pulling her face first into her pussy, "your tongue will suffice for now." Braykana liked Lokka the best out of her apprentices, for she combined innocent subservience with excellent tonguing . Braykana had enjoyed breaking her in after she first took her as her apprentice, remembering the look in her eyes as Braykana rode her mouth for the first time was still a memory she brought herself off to every now and again. Right now though she needed not to remember as Lokka worked her own magic on Braykana's pussy.

Rohkella's recounting of her mating with the Human had made Braykana wet, and she could feel Lokka's tongue lapping up her juices, which just made her even wetter. Looking down at Lokka, on her hands and knees, Braykana imagined how it would look to see her young apprentice being roughly taken by a Human from behind, their cock slamming hard into Lokka's pussy as she lapped at Braykana's. "Get the tools!" she gasped in desperation.

Rohkella watched the shaman and her apprentice fucking through a gap in the tent flap. She realised now why the shaman had seemed so **** to see her Human, and knew that she had to make sure she kept her in her place. She had ideas, some of which she had gained just now, watching the pair, aroused by what she was seeing. The chieftain was a fast learner, and she saw how she could use what she was seeing both for her own pleasure and to assert control. Once she saw how the apprentice used the tools on Braykana, how they became slick with the shaman's juices, and how the apprentice brought her mistress to the edge by sucking on the shaman's breasts, she retired to her cave for the night. She needed to be rested for what she needed to do.