Page 39 of Her Orc Blacksmiths

“What?” I raise my hands, more than a little embarrassed. “You-you gave me…”

“A climax?” Morg supplies, a wicked grin lighting up his handsome face. “You can call it what it is, love.”

I desperately fight a blush, but the heat tells me my cheeks are turning pink. “Yes. That. But I haven’t given you anything in return.”

“If you think we got nothing from this, you couldn’t be more wrong,” Torren tells me. “I got to taste my mate for the first time. And this one here,” he points at Morg, “got to hold you as you came apart in his arms.”

Morg nods at his words. “Besides, it’s not a one-for-one deal, Jasmine.”

“It’s not?” I bite the inside of my cheek, still worried. “So you don’t want to…come?”

Torren lets out a rough breath. “More than anything. But I will wait until you two return to your rooms to deal with this.”

I glance at Morg, noting how his gaze slips down to Torren’s lap and back. His cheeks are slightly flushed, a darker green than the rest of his skin.

“Why?” he blurts.

Torren frowns at him. “What?”

“Why will you wait for us to go?”

Morg’s voice wobbles just a tiny bit as he challenges Torren, but he doesn’t waver when the older orc’s scowl deepens. Morg lifts his chin and glares at him defiantly.

“If we’re doing this,” he says, “we might as well do it right, no? You asked me earlier what I wanted.” Morg motions at the older orc. “Well, I want you to show us how you make yourself come.”

A muscle twitches in Torren’s cheek. Then he flicks his gaze to me, as if checking in. I’m not sure I trust myself to speak, but I give him a small smile and a nod, because I do want us to do this right. I want to be here for his pleasure, just as he was here for mine.

Suddenly, Torren stands. He seems to have reached a decision, because he puts his hands to the laces of his pants and tugs them open with quick movements. He shoves them down just enough that his cock springs free and wraps his fist around it, squeezing.

And I get my first glimpse at an orc cock from up close. I’d seen a naked orc male from a distance in the baths, but I hadn’t been paying attention—and there’d been too much mist in the air to see clearly anyway.

There’s nothing to keep me from observing Torren, though. His breath rushes from his mouth in a low groan. He flicks his wrist over his thick shaft, as if he’d been holding it back all this time. The cock is green like the rest of him, only slightly darker in color, and has a broad, rounded head.

But it’s the bulge at the bottom that draws my attention. Surely…surely not all cocks are like that? I’ve never heard of a human one that looked like that, not that I spent a lot of my time talking about cocks before I came here.

“That’s a knot, love,” Morg murmurs.

He has sat up behind me, and now he puts his arms around my waist, tugging me to lean back against him as we watch.

“A knot?” I ask, breathless and unable to look away from Torren.

“Aye.” Morg’s lips skim down my neck, and he sinks his teeth lightly in my shoulder. “Once you come, it’ll slip inside you and lodge deep, so none of the cum we fill you with will escape.”

I twitch in his embrace, embarrassed but burning up inside. “That’s… Oh gods.”

I stare at the tip of Torren’s cock where a drop of milky-white liquid spills out, dripping down Torren’s fingers. Morg called it cum, and I know it’s the seed that will make me pregnant if we do this.

Or not, if I drink the tea Ritta gave me.

I appreciate the choice she offered me, though I can’t push the thought of those lovely orc children from my mind.

“How does it feel when you touch it?” I ask. Curiosity gets the best of me, so I lean forward, wanting to see better. “The knot, I mean?”

Torren’s breath whistles through his gritted teeth. “It feels so good. And with you looking at me like that, I won’t last long.”

I raise my gaze from his cock to his face. He’s staring down at me, at my lips, then at my breasts, hastily contained in my dress.

Morg trails his palm down my back, then up again. “You know what would make him wild?” he murmurs.

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