Page 56 of Her Orc Blacksmiths

With one last twitch of his hips, he comes, his knot pulsing, hot jets of his cum coating my pussy. The pressure breaks inside me, and I shatter, my pussy clenching and drawing all that cum deeper into me, just like we wanted.

We still, breathing hard. Torren presses a kiss to my shoulder and caresses me slowly, rubbing his big palms over my hips, my waist, my ass, then settles one over my soft belly.

“You’ll grow so round and beautiful,” he murmurs. “I can’t wait to see you pregnant, Jasmine.”

I blink back the tears that spring in my eyes. “We might have to wait a while. This might not happen immediately.”

Morg brushes back my messy hair. “I don’t care. That just means we get to do this more.”

I shake my head with a grin. “I didn’t think you’d object.”

I move slightly above him, but he groans and clutches my hips. “Hold still, love. I need my knot to go down so Torren can have you, too.”

Biting my lip, I glance back at my strong, steady mate. He’s being so gentle with me, helping me wind down after my climax, but his expression is tense, his jaw clenched tight.

“Oh, Torren,” I say, twisting around to reach for him. “Come here.”

He allows me to bring him closer and kisses me slowly, his breath hot against my lips. “I need you.”

I nip his lower lip and soothe the sting by sucking it into my mouth. “I know. Just a little while longer.”

Morg’s cock twitches inside me, and he lets out a low moan. “If you want my knot to dislodge, you should stop kissing. You look so fucking good, I want to fuck you both.”

I giggle as Torren growls at him. We’ve done that too, and often. For how demanding and in-control Torren usually is, he melts to a puddle of mush when Morg takes over and fucks him. After years of barking and sniping at each other, they’ve finally given way to their affection, and it’s been such a privilege to watch it bloom into love.

When I feel Morg’s knot loosening inside me, I go to lift my hips, but Torren stops me, one hand on my hip, the other pushing me forward slightly, pressed between my shoulder blades.

“Wait,” he orders.

I glance behind me. “What is it?”

He lets go of my hip and reaches down, slipping his fingers to where Morg’s shaft is sliding out of me. “I want to stop the cum from trickling out. It needs to stay inside you.”

My cheeks flush at the crude image. “Torren, it’s all right. There was more than enough of it.”

But he just shakes his head, his body tense, muscles bunching up. “Slowly, now.”

I glance at Morg, but he’s no help either, his gaze sharp as he watches Torren maneuver me carefully off and over the side of his hips. The moment Morg’s cockhead slips free, Torren’s fingers are there, pushing lightly inside me, just the tips, as if he’s trying to stopper my pussy.

“Oh, gods.” I shuffle to the side and press my face into the pillows. “Torren. Will you let me wash?”

He growls, a deep sound that reverberates around the room. “No. No washing today.” His other hand lands on my thigh, and he pushes my knees farther apart, making room for himself. “We will stay inside you all day. If I’m not fucking you, Morg will take over. And when he’s done, I’ll be there to give you more cum.”

I want to protest that this is unnecessary, but the thought of them passing me back and forth like that has my pussy clenching involuntarily, so I bite my lip and wiggle my hips a little, settling more comfortably on the bed.

“Stay still, now,” Torren instructs.

He moves closer, then notches his cock in place and removes his fingers. His cock pushes through the slickness of my juices and Morg’s cum easily, and he bottoms out, his knot bumping against my pussy lips.

“That’s it,” he purrs. “I’ll fuck all of Morg’s cum deep, then give you my own. You’ll be so full of us, Jasmine.”

I let out a low moan and brace my hands on the bed. “Faster, Torren.”

He takes my hips and draws his cock back, but not all the way—he keeps it lodged inside me all the time, then pounds me in long, steady strokes. My ass bounces with every thrust, and from how his cockhead is dragging over that sensitive button inside me, I know I won’t last long.

Morg moves so he’s right in front of me, his hand wrapped around his cock. “I want to come again so badly, love,” he tells me, his gaze on my face. “But I won’t. I like Torren’s plan. I have more cum to give you, and it’s all yours tonight.”

Torren’s next thrust is harder, and I cry out, feeling the first tremors of my climax. He grasps my hips more firmly and pulls me back on his cock, our skin smacking together.

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