Page 46 of Her Orc Blacksmiths

I eat enough stew and bread to satisfy my hunger, then take a juicy purple plum from a basket in the middle of the table and bite down on it, the sweet taste exploding on my tongue.

The next moment, I find myself being plucked from the bench, Morg by my side.

“That’s it,” he growls. “Dinner’s over.”

Torren stands as well and stacks our dishes neatly on a tray to take back to the kitchens. He joins us a moment later and leads the way, making a path for us through the crowd while Morg keeps his arm firmly around me, guiding me.

When we reach the less crowded corridor leading from the great hall, Morg swings me up in his arms like a bride. The orcs quicken their steps, and I realize how much they usually slow down for me. Now, they’re marching fast down the hallways, past many crossroads and turning points, past rows of doors. We reach the tunnel where their rooms are situated. Morg walks right past his own bedroom and stops in front of Torren’s door, waiting for the older orc to unlock it.

We slip inside, into total darkness. Morg walks forward, yet I can’t see a thing. He doesn’t stumble and instead carries me right to the bed, where he sets me down on the covers.

“One day, we’ll fuck you just like this,” he promises. “In the dark, so you won’t know whose cock will fill your pussy.”

The wicked promise sends a shiver of delight through me. But I reach up to palm his cheek, somehow feeling exactly where he is in the darkness, even though I can’t see a thing. “I’ll always know. I’d know you anywhere, Morg.”

He groans and leans down to capture my lips with his. I close my eyes, and a moment later, light filters through my eyelids. I blink, drawing back. Torren has lit a small lantern, giving me just enough light to see.

“I want you to see us tonight.” His voice is a deliciously low rumble. He closes the distance between us and adds, “I want you to look me in the eyes when you come on my cock for the first time.”

I gasp at the crude words, ones I’d expect from Morg, not him. But it seems that need has pushed my gentle mate to the edge.

“What do I do?” I whisper. “You’ll have to show me how you want me.”

Morg takes my chin and kisses me again, more slowly this time. “Don’t worry, love. We’ll take care of you.”

He undresses himself with quick, efficient movements, then sits on the bed next to me. He undoes the laces on my dress and loosens the fabric around my chest. I help him by drawing my arms out, then stand so he can push the dress past my hips and to the floor. Torren stands by the foot of the bed, watching us, until I motion at him to join us in bed. He removes his clothes gratifyingly fast, and something rips when he pulls his tunic over his head. He curses and flings it to the floor with an uncharacteristic lack of neatness. My belly squeezes pleasantly at that, at the proof of how much he wants to be here with us.

“We need to make sure she’s ready,” Morg murmurs at Torren. “She’s so small, and I don’t want to hurt her.”

Torren nudges me to lie back on the pillows. “Aye. And you’ll enter her first. She’ll take your knot more easily than mine, even though you’re longer.”

Morg gapes at him for a moment. I think at first that he’s offended that Torren is clearly comparing their sizes.

But his voice is a low, breathless rasp. “You’d let me be her first?”

Torren pauses with his hands on my ankles. He’d been inching my legs apart, and I whine a little when he stops to cast a long, serious look at Morg.

“Aye,” he says slowly. “Would that please you?”

Morg swallows thickly. “More than you can know. I-I don’t know why it should matter.” He turns to me suddenly. “Gods, forgive me. We should have asked you. I didn’t?—”

“Morg.” I sit up again to palm his cheek. “It’s all right. I don’t care who is first tonight, as long as I get to have you both.”

I know this isn’t how these things normally go. I should care very much about this, but as I said, I only want to know that it’s both of them, with me, right here. Nothing else matters but the three of us.

He leans in and kisses me deeply, his ragged breaths mingling with mine. Then he breaks the kiss and pushes me to lie back down.

“I will be your first,” he rumbles, “but you have to give your first climax of the night to Torren. He will make sure you’re ready for me, love.”

I relax into the pillows, anticipation coursing through me. “All right. But how will this work? Will you wait until he’s finished with me, and you’ll take turns, or…?”

Now that I think of it, my mind can’t let go of the conundrum. The more I try to imagine how this will play out, the less confident I am that I’ll know how to do this. We’d played around before, but we took care of each other, and now they’re talking of being first and second, and I just?—

“Would it please you better if Morg held you while I licked your pussy?” Torren asks. “Like we did the last time?”

I clench my fists in the covers, then force myself to relax my fingers. “Yes?” My voice sounds unsure even to my ears, so I clear my throat and repeat, “Yes. I don’t like the idea of anyone being…left out.”

Morg brushes my hair back from my face. “I wouldn’t feel left out.” Then he hooks his arm under me and lifts me, making room for himself. “But I will never turn down the opportunity to hold you, Jasmine.”

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