Page 55 of Her Orc Blacksmiths

Morg appears in the doorway, arms full of blankets and pillows. He sets them on the bed and spreads them out, creating a cozy nest for us. Then he lies in the middle, his arm folded behind his head. He’s so gorgeous, thick muscles stretching out, his green skin glistening with the last of the water drops. He’s as hard as before, his cock standing proudly up from his groin, and he wraps his other hand around it, stroking it slowly all the way from head to knot.

“You’ll have to let her go, you know,” he says to Torren, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Or will you fuck her standing up while I watch?”

His cock twitches in his hand as he says it, as if he’s fine with either option. The beauty of our relationship is that Morg and Torren never fight over me. Morg knows full well that he will have me tonight, and he doesn’t mind waiting for it, either.

But Torren kneels at the foot of the sleeping pallet and carefully hands me to him. “Make her come, Morg. I want you to eat her pussy until she screams your name, and then you’ll take her when she’s still clenching on emptiness. You’ll give her your knot and fuck all the cum into her pussy.”

Morg lets out a groan. “Fuck, yes. Come here, love. Aye, like this.”

He guides me up his body until I’m kneeling above him, one knee on either side of his head. I brace my hands on the rough wooden wall of the cabin and lower myself until my pussy meets Morg’s lips. He swipes his tongue through my wet folds and lets out a low groan, then fastens his lips over my pearl and gives me one languid suck.

Slowly, he teases me, drawing out my pleasure with practiced licks. He spears his tongue into my pussy to lap up my slickness, then returns to my pearl again. I’m rocking my hips, chasing more contact, but he’s content to play and doesn’t give in to my demand to speed up his caresses. I’ll come like this, I know I will, but Morg is playing with me, and I need more.

Then Morg lets out a surprised shout, his body bowing off the bed behind me. I look over my shoulder and find Torren kneeling between Morg’s legs, his big body hunched over as he sucks Morg’s cock into his mouth.

“Fuck!” Morg’s hot breath fans over my pussy, and he grabs my ass with both hands as if he needs something to hold on to. “Torren, you said I had to fuck her and come inside her pussy. I won’t be able to hold on if you’re sucking my cock.”

Torren pops his mouth off Morg’s cockhead, his eyes glinting. “Then you better make her finish fast,” he growls. “Don’t you dare come, Morg. Don’t you dare waste your cum by shooting down my throat. We need all of it inside her pussy.”

Then he swallows Morg’s cock again, taking it so deep, his lips touch the knot. Morg’s moan reverberates around the cabin, and then his grip tightens on my ass. He brings me closer to his mouth, and this time, he’s done teasing. He licks my pussy with firm strokes of his tongue, alternating with sucking on my pearl. I cry out when he swipes his fingertips over my ass, pressing gently on my opening. He doesn’t breach inside, but the whisper of sensation is enough to shoot pleasure through me.

“Touch your tits, love,” he rasps, breathless. “Pinch your nipples for me.”

I keep one hand on the wall for balance and cup my heavy breast with my other hand, then pinch the hard nipple between my fingers like he asked.

“Fuck!”

He jerks under me, as if this is too much for him. He’s sweating now, his big body straining to keep control. I look down at him, and find him focused single-mindedly on his task, his thick eyebrows pinched together as he devours me.

“You taste so fucking good,” he groans. “I can feel you’re close, Jasmine. You’re growing so wet for me.”

I mewl, the rhythm of my hips stuttering. “Yes!”

Then I glance over my shoulder again and meet Torren’s gaze just as he releases Morg’s cock from his mouth and runs the tip of his tongue around the groove of Morg’s cockhead. His expression is one of bliss, and when I notice his other hand moving over his own cock, my mind blanks out with pleasure.

This. This is everything I’ve ever wanted, my mates enjoying each other while they fuck me, and it’s knowledge so powerful, it knocks me over the edge. I cry out, my fingers tightening instinctively on my nipple, shooting sensations right into my core. Morg fits his lips to my pearl and sucks hard. A shocking climax explodes inside me, and I scramble at the wall in an effort to keep upright.

But Torren commands, “Now, Morg.”

Strong hands grip my waist, and Morg moves me down his body. His hard cock bumps my ass, but then Torren is there, helping me settle in place. He holds my hips steady while Morg lines himself up and thrusts up into me, filling me with one deep, perfect stroke.

If we hadn’t fucked an hour earlier, this might have been difficult, but I’m so wet, and he’s slick with precum and Torren’s spit, so I slide right down to his knot, guided by Torren’s gentle push.

“Take him, sweetheart,” Torren coaxes me. “You can do it now.”

Soft from my climax, I close my eyes and let myself relax completely. Torren presses my hips down, and with a now-familiar stretch, Morg’s knot slips inside me. It pulses deep, the stretching, filling sensation exactly what I needed, just like Torren predicted. I’d missed something inside me when Morg had made me come, so now, I clench eagerly around his girth.

The pleasure is intense, a simmering, swirling pool about to erupt. I open my eyes and glance at Morg. His big body is tense as a bowstring, his hands clenching around my waist. He stares at me, his lips pulled back from his teeth in a ferocious snarl.

“I can’t believe I get to come inside you when you’re not protected,” he growls. “Do you want my cum, Jasmine?”

I nod, bracing my hands on his broad chest. “Yes. All of it.”

Torren wraps himself around me from behind, his mouth on my neck. “Milk his knot, sweetheart. You squeeze him well, and I’ll help you come again.”

I bear down on Morg’s cock as much as our connection will allow, then squeeze my inner muscles tight. Morg lets out a strangled shout, then rocks his hips up, cock already twitching inside me. Then Torren reaches down and presses two fingers to my stretched, sensitive pearl, and I move, no longer able to stay still. I circle my hips, digging my fingernails into Morg’s skin.

“I love you,” he groans. “Fuck, Jasmine, I love you so much.”

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