Page 48 of Her Orc Blacksmiths

Chapter

Seventeen

I glance back at Morg, who takes my chin and kisses me, too, our tongues brushing together. It’s enough to send the first spark of heat back into my belly, and I’ve now taken nearly all of him. With how my muscles softened after my orgasm, I’ve slipped all the way down to his knot, which is throbbing against my lower lips.

“I-I think so?” I squirm, getting used to the sensation of being so full. “I can try.”

I bear down, trying to take the knot, and Morg shouts in surprise. His hands clench on my hips, and he holds me still.

“You’ll have to come again,” he pants through his teeth. “You won’t be able to take me until you do.”

“Oh.”

I grip Torren’s shoulder tight with one hand and drop my fingers to where Morg and I are joined. His knot is slick with his cum and my release, but he’s right—I don’t think I’d be able to slip him inside me like this. But if I was as pliant as I was just after my climax right now…maybe.

Torren looks from me to Morg and back. Then he grins, an expression both joyful and devious at the same time. “Lie back, sweetheart.”

I let Morg drag me down with him. He nestles into the pillows, and I spread out on top of him, stretching my legs out. Torren kneels where he was before and stares down at my pussy. Or maybe he’s also studying Morg’s knot—but whatever he’s focusing on is making him pant.

“I want nothing more than to come all over you,” he growls. “But I want you to give me one more climax.” He glances past my shoulder at Morg and adds, “Both of you.”

“Oh, fuck.” Morg’s hands tighten on my hips. “Aye, we can do that.”

He thrusts his hips upward, and the motion bounces me on top of him, spreading pleasure through me. I moan as he pinches my nipples and continues the slow, steady onslaught on my senses. Closing my eyes, I give myself over to them.

Then Torren licks my slippery pearl, and I let out a surprised shriek, bowing off Morg’s chest. My eyes fly open, and I find Torren leaning over me—over us—his mouth fused to my pussy. He takes quick laps of my slickness, contrasting with Morg’s measured thrusts.

But then he replaces his tongue with two fingers, massaging my pearl, and dips his tongue lower, to Morg’s knot.

“Ah!”

Morg’s rhythm stutters, and he plunges deeper inside me, hitting a spot that has me seeing stars.

Torren chuckles, the sound low and wicked, and asks, “All good?”

“Aye!” Morg wraps both arms around me, as if he needs to hold on to me through this. “Do it again.”

Torren obliges, licking and squeezing Morg’s knot while keeping steady pressure on my pearl. He takes complete control of our pleasure. Both Morg and I are panting, chasing our second release. I’m so close already, I’m trembling all over, and I think both orcs can sense it, because a new urgency grips them. Morg digs his heels into the mattress and rocks his hips up, slamming into me again and again, and Torren returns his lips to my pearl, sucking it hard.

The pleasure crests and breaks inside me, splintering into a thousand sparks that shoot through my entire body. The sensation starts deep in my core, shocking in its intensity. My mouth falls open on a silent scream, and I curl into myself, trying to hold it all in.

That only changes the angle of Morg’s cock in my pussy, and another rush of pleasure follows, wiping my mind clean of all thoughts. Torren is there for me throughout, holding on. He rears up and shifts to move over me.

“You’re so beautiful, Jasmine,” he murmurs, kissing my temple. “You’re doing so well. Now bear down, aye, like that, see if you can take his knot, sweetheart.”

Morg has grown still behind me, his hands on my hips. He’s not pushing me to take him but waiting for me, and I fall in love with him a little more in that moment, because he’s not taking from me but asking me if I want it.

I breathe out, relaxing on top of him, and nod once. “I want to try.”

The pressure between my legs increases, and then his knot slips inside me, a heavy, stretching weight. I let out a startled yelp, but there’s no pain—I’d been expecting it, so its absence is just as surprising. There’s only the most intense, incomprehensible feeling of fullness.

Morg’s snarl is all the warning I get before he’s coming inside me, his cock pulsing deep, so deep in my pussy. It triggers another climax, so strong I scream before I manage to slap a trembling palm over my mouth.

“Fuck, fuck,” Morg chants behind me. “Oh gods, Jasmine.”

He rolls us to the side and curls his large body around mine, his arms closed protectively over me. His hips snap forward, and though he can’t really thrust with us locked together like this, the movement shifts something between us, and he comes again, shuddering behind me.

It’s mind-blowing, the connection and the sensations that come with it. We’re both panting by the time he stills, his knot lodged deep in my pussy. I understand now what Morg meant when he said their cum wouldn’t be able to escape—the knot functions like a plug, preventing any of it from leaking out.

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