Page 47 of Her Orc Blacksmiths

The moment I’m wrapped in his arms, my mind goes blissfully blank. This is what I was missing, and now everything is right in the world. It’s just like the last time, when he held me while Torren took me apart with his clever fingers and rough licks of his tongue.

The only difference is that the last time, Morg was fully dressed, and now he’s stark naked, his skin warm against mine, no barrier between us anymore.

Torren spreads my knees as far as I can comfortably stretch them and settles between my legs. Now he’s lying between Morg’s spread legs, too. I know they’re both thinking of it. Torren wraps one hand around Morg’s ankle and caresses the skin there with his thumb. I see how Morg’s skin erupts with goosebumps, the reaction so human, I can’t bite back a smile.

It vanishes the moment Torren brings his lips to my pussy and parts me with two fingers. His hot breath fans over my already slick lower lips, and he traces the tip of his tongue lightly around my pearl.

“Fuck, your taste,” he groans, then licks me in earnest, dragging the flat of his tongue over me. “I’ve never had anything so sweet.”

Morg moves his hands to cup my aching breasts, and when he pinches my nipples between his work-roughened fingers, I cry out, the first tremors of that long-anticipated climax already stirring. What’s driving me even higher is the sensation of Morg’s hot, thick cock pressing between my ass cheeks, the knot at the bottom throbbing in time with his heartbeat. It would be so easy for him to just take me, right here, and I want it so much, I can barely breathe.

“Torren!” I wrap my fingers in his hair as he sucks on my pearl. “Please, please…”

“What do you need, beautiful mate?”

Morg’s growl is more vibration than actual sound, but his words echo right through my chest. I know that they will give me anything I ask for, without judgment.

“Wait,” I breathe.

Torren stops immediately, staring up at me. “What is it?”

I gently peel Morg’s hands off me and maneuver myself a little, then reach between my legs and grasp Morg’s hard cock firmly in my hand.

He shouts, his hips rocking up from the bed. “Jasmine!”

Biting my lip, I look up at Torren, who’s watching me, a calculating gleam in his eyes. “Do you think I’m wet enough? Will you help me?”

He gives me a curt nod. “You can take him, sweetheart. And I’ll help. I’ll help you feel so good.”

“What?” Morg is panting behind me. “Gods, I don’t want to embarrass myself. Please, Torren, you have to make her?—”

His words are cut off on a low, guttural groan. I notch his broad head at my opening. He’s hot and hard, but now that I’ve smeared his precum all over his length, he’s also slick—and so am I.

“Breathe,” Torren instructs me. He watches me with slitted eyes, then touches the pads of his fingers lightly to my pearl. “Let me know if it’s too much.”

“I will,” I promise. Then I glance back at Morg, who’s staring at me with such wonder in his expression. “This might take me a moment. You’re—you’re very large.”

He huffs out a strangled breath and puts his big palms on my hips. “Take all the time you need, love.” His throat bobs. “I will wait for you. I know what I said just now, and it will be hard to hold back, but I’m here for you. Don’t hurry.”

Torren circles my pearl lightly, and I grow wetter still, coating the head of Morg’s cock. I breathe, just like Torren instructed, and manage to relax enough to let the broad head slip inside me. My body balks at the foreign sensation, and I squeeze up, earning a groan from Morg.

He doesn’t complain, only rubs his palms all over my skin, soothing me. Gradually, I manage to unclench the unfamiliar muscles enough to sink down another inch. It feels like nothing I’ve ever experienced, the thick head now nestled in my pussy, nudging at some place I didn’t know existed.

“Oh!” I scramble to hold on to something, suddenly unsure.

Torren must sense my spiking panic, because he kneels in front of me. He takes my hands and puts them on his shoulders, anchoring me. His face is close to mine, his fingers still on my pearl, and a sense of safety washes over me immediately.

Following his example, Morg sits up behind me and wraps his arms around me. The warmth of his body is wonderful, and the angle between us changes suddenly. I glide an inch lower on his cock, and my pussy clenches up, pleasure shooting through me.

I come, the tension in me breaking without a warning. It’s an avalanche, a blinding force so unexpected, I try to simultaneously scramble away from it and sink down into the joy to keep it inside me for longer.

Morg roars with his release, and I feel the hot jets of cum coating my pussy, adding to the sensation of having his hard cock push deeper inside me. I’m trembling, my entire body sparking with such happiness, tears spring to my eyes. I choke back a sob, biting my lip hard enough to taste blood. Then Torren is there, kissing me, holding me tight as Morg and I come down from our high.

“Fuck.” Morg buries his face in my neck and shudders, his arms clenching around me. “Jasmine, that was incredible.”

I thought he was going to flop back down on the bed after his climax, but he stays with me, inside me, caressing me all over. He doesn’t soften either. This must be something orcs can do, because I’ve definitely never heard of this happening with a human man.

“Can you go again, sweetheart?” Torren smooths my hair back from my sweaty forehead and brushes a soft, reverent kiss over my lips. “Can you take his knot?”

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