Page 41 of Her Orc Blacksmiths

I glance up to find Morg looking at us, his gaze switching between one and the other. He gives me a quick nod, color high in his cheeks, his short hair disheveled from where he ran his fingers through it.

“Please,” is all he says, his voice guttural.

Slowly, I untie the laces on his pants and tug the flaps aside. His cock, hard and straining, is beautiful. I can’t help but compare it to Torren’s—while Torren’s is thicker, Morg’s is slightly longer. Now that it’s right in front of me, I have my first twinge of worry over how this will fit inside me. While I’m not a small woman, the proportions are just…

“Don’t worry, Jasmine,” Torren purrs from behind me. He has moved to the bed and now puts his hand on my waist, anchoring me in place. “We’ll make sure you’re ready so you can take us. But not tonight. We don’t want to hurt you, so we’ll wait, even if it’s the hardest thing.”

I bite my lip and glance back at him. “I don’t know if I want you to,” I admit. “Wait, I mean. I just…” I squirm in place, conscious of the fact that I’m still naked from the waist up and very wet. “When I watched you…”

“You want to come again,” Morg supplies, grinning. “You can say it. We’ll always help you with that, don’t worry.”

I shake my head, half outraged but mostly just relieved that he understands so perfectly. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“Nothing,” Torren replies immediately. “You’re perfect, and you want your mates. There is nothing wrong or shameful about that. I’m only glad we’re here for you.”

He gathers up my skirts and flips them up, exposing my ass. He glides one warm palm over my right cheek, down to where it meets the back of my thigh. I shiver at the sensation. I never knew I was so sensitive there, but Torren does it again, on the other side.

Then he stops and murmurs, “We mustn’t keep poor Morg waiting. You take care of him, sweetheart, and I’ll take care of you.”

I tug on Morg’s pants, and he helps me by quickly shimmying them off his legs. Then I kneel between his powerful thighs, and he opens them for me even more in a gesture of pure surrender. A sense of power surges through me at the sight—this magnificent orc is trusting me so completely.

I’m happy I watched Torren pleasure himself earlier, because I have a better idea of what to do now. Still, my fingers shake slightly as I wrap them around Morg’s shaft for the first time.

His skin is hot but so unbelievably soft, yet he’s firm underneath, with very little give when I squeeze him. Morg lets out an indecent moan and thrusts his hips slightly before he finds his control again.

“That’s good,” Torren encourages from behind. “See what he likes best.”

He continues stroking up and down my ass, his fingers trailing patterns on my skin. I wish he’d touch me where I need him the most, so I spread my knees slightly, much like Morg did for me, hoping he’ll understand.

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous.” Morg reaches down and palms my face with one hand. Then he looks past me to Torren. “Make her come again. I won’t last long.”

I run my fist up and down Morg’s shaft, marveling at the fact that my thumb and middle finger barely meet around it. The head is broader, though, so I run my fingers right up to it, then swipe my thumb over the top. A bead of cum drips from it, so I lean in and lap it up with my tongue.

Both orcs groan at that, and I stop, embarrassment shooting through me.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I didn’t mean…”

I don’t know how to finish the sentence. I did mean to do that, but I didn’t ask, which I absolutely should have done.

“You can lick me anytime.” Morg tangles his fingers in my hair and tugs my head back lightly. “You hear me? Anytime.”

“Aye,” Torren says, laughter in his voice. “No need to hold back on my account either.”

I grin, relieved. “Oh, all right. I thought I did something wrong.”

“If something feels good when we do it to you,” Torren says, “chances are, we’ll also love it.”

As he speaks, he finally slips his hand between my legs, where I’m wet and needy. He spreads the moisture around my pearl and traces the calloused pad of his finger over the sensitive bud. I bow my back in pleasure, exposing myself to him. My hand twitches on Morg’s cock, and he groans, thrusting his hips into my fist.

It’s incredibly hard to focus on pleasuring Morg while Torren plays with me. I marshal all my thoughts, intent on delivering the same kind of pleasure to Morg as I’m experiencing myself. I explore his knot and lick up more of the cum from him. Then I remember how well I liked it earlier when Torren sucked my pearl between his lips, so I try that with the head of Morg’s cock. I accidentally scrape my teeth over him, and he hisses, which tells me I need to be careful of that. But I take the head in my mouth and hollow out my cheeks on a long suck, and he shouts, his grip in my hair tightening.

“Beautiful,” Torren mutters behind me. “Gods, you look beautiful sucking his cock like that. I wish you knew how unbelievable it is to have you here.”

But I know, because I feel it, too, whether it’s the magic of the mate bond or something else. I’m drowning in their scents, thighs shaking from urgency, and I want nothing more than to remain here forever, exchanging pleasure with them until we’re too spent to stay awake.

Torren keeps up the steady pressure on my pearl, his fingers sliding around with how wet I am. He leans down to press a kiss to my ass, then runs the fingers of his other hand through the lips of my pussy, gathering up the moisture. I thrust my hips back, needing him inside, but he only chuckles, the evil orc.

“Not tonight,” he murmurs, though his voice is strained.

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