Page 49 of Her Orc Blacksmiths

I’m so full of his essence, I know it would be slipping down my thighs if he dislodged himself.

A realization shoots through me at the thought—something I’d wanted to do but forgot completely.

I gasp, jerking in Morg’s grip. “The tea!”

Morg tightens his grip on me. “You’ll have to wait to have tea, love.” He groans and throws one of his legs over mine. “Or maybe Torren can bring you some water in bed?”

I shake my head vehemently. “No, the tea, the special tea Ritta gave me.” I push my hair back from my face to look Torren in the eyes. “The one that’ll help me from getting pregnant.”

Both orcs freeze, and a silence descends onto the room. It feels strange to be discussing this while Morg is still hard inside me, but I cannot wait another moment.

Torren collects himself first. “You’ll be able to drink it in the morning. It will still work.”

I relax against Morg again. “Oh. All right, then.”

Morg nuzzles my neck from behind. “We likely should have talked about this before I pumped you full of my cum.” He swipes his palm up and down my hip, caressing. “I’m sorry. I was too eager to get inside you.”

I let out a small laugh. “I believe I was the one who jumped at the chance to have you fill me.”

Torren is still watching me carefully. His throat bobs, then he asks, “You don’t want children?”

My eyes widen in surprise. “I do. But I didn’t want…” I pause, trying to find the right words. “We’ve only just met. And maybe that makes me selfish, but I wanted to enjoy getting to know you better for a while. Does that make sense? And besides, I only just found work with Mara, and Dawn already has a baby she needs to take care of…”

I trail off as Torren gently cups my face, tracing his thumb over my cheek. “You don’t have to explain, sweetheart. I only wanted to know if it’s a ‘not right now’ or a ‘not ever’ thing for you.”

I soften under his touch. “I definitely want them some day. Perhaps in a year or two, I’ll be able to take the time off work without upsetting Mara.”

Morg’s grip on my waist intensifies. “Mara would never be upset over you having a baby. She would support you in whatever you needed,” he says, conviction firm in his voice. “And even if you had a baby, you could still work,” he adds. “Whenever it happens, our children will have two fathers to take care of them.”

I twist as much as I can to look him in the eyes. His gaze is warm, and he’s completely serious. At that, I can’t help but sniffle, touched beyond belief. I’d seen the king himself taking care of his child, but I didn’t believe I could have a mate like that.

“All right,” I whisper. “That sounds good.”

Morg kisses my shoulder. “If you stay very still, I think I’ll be able to slip out of you soon.”

I resist the urge to be naughty and tease him a little more—but only because I want Torren to be inside me, too. The older orc has been so good, taking care of us, working our pleasure higher and higher, and now I want him to lose control like Morg did earlier.

So I let Morg pet and caress me softly until his knot dislodges from my pussy. His cock, still thick and proud, makes an obscene sound as he slips away, and Torren snarls at the sight of the slickness between my legs.

“I can go wash,” I whisper, trying to close my knees.

But he rolls me to my back and stops me from leaving. “Your pussy should always be dripping like this,” he rasps. Then he leans over me, his forehead touching mine. “Gods, Jasmine, you two ruin me. I never thought I could share a mate with another male, but seeing him fuck you so hard you were screaming with pleasure was the most erotic experience of my life.”

I take his face in my hands and bring him closer for a kiss. “Good. Now I want you to fuck me, too, so he can see the same.”

I glance at Morg, lying beside me on his side. His fist is already wrapped around his still-hard shaft, and I know he’ll find another climax tonight.

Torren notches his cock at my pussy. “Are you sore at all?” he asks through gritted teeth.

I shake my head. “I promise to tell you if I want you to slow down. But I need you, Torren. You don’t have to hold back anymore.”

His lips part on a rough exhale, and then he’s pushing inside me, his big cockhead parting my drenched lower lips. He’s thicker than Morg, as I knew, but I don’t have as much trouble taking him as I did Morg. I had Morg’s knot inside me very recently, and I know it helped. Still, every inch of Torren’s shaft stretches me so deliciously, I’m a panting, squirming mess by the time his knot nudges at the lips of my pussy.

“Oh, fuck.” Torren’s body trembles above mine. “Fuck!”

Morg laughs, the sound delighted and more than a little wicked. “Aye, I know. Hotter than the sun. Hold on, Torren, and you’ll feel her squeezing your cock so well when she comes.”

“Stop talking,” Torren forces out through his teeth. “Or I won’t be able to last.”

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