Page 42 of Her Orc Blacksmiths

I pop my mouth off Morg’s cockhead for a moment to ask, “Tomorrow?”

My voice is needy, a high-pitched whine, but I don’t care. Everything Torren is doing is so damn good, I can barely keep my thoughts in line.

“Aye, Jasmine, tomorrow,” he promises me.

His fingers slip up to the tight ring of my ass, and I jerk in surprise. He soothes me with another heated kiss to my skin, but he doesn’t remove the fingers. Still teasing my pearl with his other hand, he circles the clenched muscles slowly. I relax, and then he gently pushes the tip of one blunt finger inside me.

“Ah!” I moan around Morg’s cock, closing my eyes.

I didn’t expect this, any of this, but it feels so amazing to feel him there.

“You should see her,” Torren rasps, and I know he’s speaking to Morg. “She’ll take us both when the time is right. Her ass is so damn tight, she won’t be able to take a knot there, that much I know. But her pussy will, and that will feel incredible.”

Morg’s cock thickens impossibly in my hand, and he’s thrusting his hips up subtly.

“Will you have us both, love?” he asks, tugging on my hair. “Will you let us fill you with our cocks?”

I grip his cock harder and breathe, “Yes.”

Because I know it’s true. They’ll take such good care of me and show me everything I want to know.

From Morg’s shallow breaths, I sense he’s close, so I look up because I want to see his face as he comes. At that moment, he raises himself on his elbows as if he had the exact same thought, and our gazes collide.

It’s the spark that lights the flames inside me. My eyes flare open. The wave of pleasure hits, and I bear down on Torren’s hands instinctively. His finger slips deeper inside my ass before I clench up around it, and he manages to flick my clit just once more, sending me over the edge.

I scream, the sound choked by Morg’s hard cock. Then he’s coming, too, and a thick jet of his cum fills my mouth. I swallow it down, but when Torren strokes me somehow from the inside, I gasp, and the next stream of cum lands on my chin and chest, branding me.

Morg shakes beneath me, praising me with a broken, hoarse voice. “Your mouth feels like fucking magic,” he groans, his head thrown back. “Gods, I wish I was buried in your pussy to feel you squeezing my knot.”

That gives me the idea to do just that—so I wrap both hands around the bulge at the bottom of his shaft and give him a firm squeeze, and he shouts, another spurt of cum shooting from him.

“Good,” Torren growls from behind me. “Take everything from him.”

He’s gentling his movements, bringing me back down from my high, so I do the same for Morg, massaging him with lighter touches until he’s all spent.

Finally, Torren pulls his fingers from me, and I gasp at the loss of contact. I want to tell him he should remain right there, lodged inside me, but of course we must separate and clean up. We stumble to the bathroom alcove together and take turns washing at the sink. When Morg gently cleans off my face, my heart flutters against my ribs.

They’re being so loving with me, so attentive to my needs. I thought my gown might be ruined after what we did, but it’s just my undershirt that’s dirty, so Torren strips it from me and washes it himself, then hangs it over the chair. That leaves me standing naked in front of them, so he gives me one of his shirts for bed.

Morg remains naked, stretching out on what seems to have become his side of the bed. “You could just sleep like this,” he says, motioning at his perfect body. “I won’t mind, and neither will Torren.”

The older orc rolls his eyes at him, but his mouth tips up at the corners. “That might be a step for another night.”

But I pause, considering Morg’s suggestion. Then I quickly draw the shirt off before I can stop myself, fold it neatly, and set it on the writing desk. Then I hurry for the bed and burrow under the covers next to Morg.

He was lying on top of the blanket, but now he scoots underneath and immediately pulls me against his naked chest.

“Come on,” he calls to Torren.

Torren blows out one lantern and turns the other one low, just like last night. I blink at the sudden loss of most of the light, and I can only make out the rough outline of Torren’s form as he nears the bed. He stands still for a moment, then shucks his pants, drawing them quickly down his legs. He folds them and sets them aside, then climbs in beside us, completely naked.

“I could get used to this,” Morg murmurs sleepily.

I giggle, because this is his still-hard cock nestled against my bare ass. I don’t disagree, though. His warmth seeps into me, lulling me into sleep.

But I need something more.

Torren has remained on his side of the bed, as if he’s worried about interrupting our cuddling. But I reach out to him under the covers and give his arm a tug. I can’t make him move, because he’s too heavy for that, but I can extend an invitation.

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