Page 11 of Yuled By the Orcs

Hisvoice seemed to strike atLydia’sheart, even deeper than his rage, deeper than the huge cock still swiving between her legs.Butdeeper still wereEzog’seyes, blazing on hers with such desperate longing and fury and craving.Wantingthis.Takingher as brutally as he could, in the hopes that he could save this, have this.Haveher.

“Yours,”Lydiagasped at him, her hands finding his face, trembling uncontrollably against it as he kept plunging hard and deep. “Yours,Ezog.Iswear.Yours.”

Andoh, his groan was both pain and pleasure, victory and helplessness, a laugh and a sob — and his face thrust into her neck as his strength inside her finally held, stayed, locked tight again, just where he belonged.Andthen his teeth bit down, breaking her skin, as his cock plunged even deeper — and blasted her full.Emptyingitself in furious swells of sharp shuddering heat, until her own sore, stretched-out body shuddered out its relief, too.Seizingin pulse after dragging, agonizing pulse, drinking him dry and empty, until there was nothing, nothing left.

Andthen, finally, stillness.Strange, ringing stillness, broken only by their heaving breaths, and the crackling of the fire.Andthen —Lydiatwitched — by a loud, obscene squelching sound, trembling throughEzog’sbody, asTrygpulled himself back, and up to his knees behindEzogagain.

Andgods, he looked… terrifying.Withred streaked all through his face and beard, still dripping off his chin, down onto his scarred, sweaty chest.Andhis eyes were still glittering, dangerous, ravenous, as they lingered in the vicinity ofEzog’sarse, his groin.Uponwhat must have been a wide-open, seed-covered, lewd-looking mess.

ButTrygliked it, he waspleasedwith it, and oh,Lydiacould feel him even spreadingEzog’slegs wider, blatantly giving himself a better view. “Verypretty, my sweets,” he hissed, harsh and low. “Bothof you rent so wide open for me.Lookhow sweet you are, dripping out all this good fresh seed for me.”

Oh,hell.Andhe’d even bent down overEzog’sarse again, and thoughLydiacouldn’t see what he was doing, she could feelEzog’schoked, desperate gasps into her skin asTryglicked and slurped and worked him over, the sounds slick and crude and shameless.

ButwhenTrygfinally arose again, he was looking supremely satisfied, his tongue blatantly licking his reddened lips as his hands caressed up and downEzog’sstill-trembling flanks. “Better,elskan?” he murmured. “Anypain, now?”

Ezoggave a thoroughly unintelligible grunt intoLydia’sthroat — into where he wasstillswallowing, oh gods — andTryglet out an amused-sounding laugh as he dropped back down besideLydiaon the bed, his clawed hand easily curving against her cheek, tilting her face toward him.

“Justgrant him a spell,” he murmured at her, his eyes angling fondly towardEzog’shead, still buried deep into the other side of her neck. “He’snever drunk fresh from a woman before, ach?Thisis a great gift, you ken.”

Oh.Lydiacouldn’t quite hide her wince at that telltale wordgift, and she could seeTryg’ssmile abruptly fading, his eyes sobering. “Ihope…” he began, and then grimaced, shook his head. “I’msorry, sweet thing, ifIfrightened you, in this.IfI… pushed you, beyond what you wished.Beyondwhat we… promised you.”

Lydiaswallowed, and somehow managed a careful shrug of her shoulder nearest him. “Itisn’t… that,” she croaked. “It’sjust…”

Shecouldn’t finish, couldn’t even begin to articulate it, butTrygnodded, and gave her a crooked, sad little smile. “Didn’ttell you whatIwas really up to, didI?” he said, quiet. “Didn’ttell youIhad… other aims, in coming to you, beyond just our pleasure together.”

Yes, yes, that was exactly it, andTrygmust have seen it in her eyes, because he sighed again, and wiped at his still-red mouth. “Ach.I’msorry, sweet thing.LastthingIwished was to bring you pain.It’sonly” — his eyes flicked towardEzog’shead again — “I’veplayed this fool game too oft before, ach?Andeven whenI’vebeen sureIwon it, sureIfound a good woman for us both — it’s always ended with myelskanbeing hurt.AndIcouldn’t bear it again, ach?SworetoSkai-kesh thatI’dtry one last time, butIwasn’t letting any of itnearmy sweetelskanuntilIwas sure.”

Oh.Skai-kesh was the patron god ofTryg’sSkaiclan,Lydiaknew, and he huffed another sigh, caressed his hand against her hot cheek. “An’Ibegged, again and again, for a good one,” he whispered. “Awoman just as soft and sweet and gentle as my ownelskan.And” — his chest filled, hollowed — “Skai-kesh heard me, sweet thing, and blessed me.Gaveme a great, great gift, in you.”

Lydiastill couldn’t seem to find words for this, though her eyes were blinking hard, a strange stilted hopefulness skittering in her chest.AndTrygdrew in breath, stroking her cheek again, as his mouth pulled into a wavering, uncertain little smile.

“Reallydo want to keep you, sweet thing,” he continued, even quieter. “Formyself, and for myelskan, too.You’vebrought him such joy this night, andIken you’ll bring him far more, ach?It’sa rare human who sees past his face, to all the sweetness inside.An’ to see you treat him so tenderly, and then turn about and squeal so sweetly upon his perfect prick’s ploughing” — he shrugged, his grin hitching higher — “this was one of the greatest sights in all my life, ach?”

Theshimmering hopefulness kept fluttering stronger inLydia’schest, andTryg’ssmile twitched even higher, his eyes so warm, so affectionate. “Mayhapyou’ll think more upon this, sweet thing,” he murmured, “whilstIgive you better cause to forgive me, ach?”

AndbeforeLydiacould attempt a reply,Tryg’slean body shoved downwards again, and he purposefully nudged sideways atEzog’sarse.AndthoughEzogdidn’t draw his mouth fromLydia’sneck, he shifted a little over her, and then slowly, carefully drew his softened cock out of her sore, tender heat.Andonce again, it was followed by a thick, spurting rush of molten seed, gushing out from inside her, and into…

Tryg’smouth?!

Lydia’smoan was deep and desperate, her eyes wide and shocked on the sight.OnTryg’sface pressed tight between her legs, his throat audibly gulping, while his greedy eyes glittered bright and challenging on her face.

“Oh,”Lydiagasped, because there were truly no other words, not with two ravenous orcs feasting upon her at once.WithEzogstill drinking from her neck, whileTrygloudly, eagerly sucked and swallowed between her legs.DrinkingEzog’sthick, copious fresh seed out from inside her, his tongue licking and caressing, sending out furious flares of sharp, sparkling bliss.

AndwhenLydia’smoans rose almost to screams, almost to the edge,Trygonly barked a satisfied laugh, and kissed her, and promptly drew away.Leavingher gasping and untouched and trembling all over — until he nudgedEzogback on top again.Guidingthat fat, hungry cock back inside her, wanting it to fill her again, perhaps so he could drink out more…

AndEzoginstantly obliged, moaning intoLydia’sneck as he rocked softly into her, moving easy and slow this time, while she arched and shouted beneath him, her release wracking through them both.Onceagain dragging out more furious bursts of seed fromEzog, pouring her tight and full — and thenTrygelbowedEzogaside, and knelt low between her legs.Againmaking stunning, spectacular use of his tongue, until she was left dizzy and boneless and incoherent, gulping desperately for breath.

Atthat point,Trygkissed them both, and then shoved himself up, and went to collect a waterskin.Firstpouring it out intoLydia’smouth, and then — after a gentle but firm command — drawingEzogaway fromLydia’sneck, so he could pour it out down his throat, too.AndonceEzoghad emptied the waterskin, he gaveTryga long, grateful-looking kiss, and then eased back up overLydia, sliding himself deep between her legs.Holdingher eyes as he gently rocked inside her, his tongue reverently licking at his reddened lips.

“Youshall now forgive ourSkai, ach, sweet woman?” he murmured, as his deep, soulful eyes shimmered and shone on hers. “Iken he ought not to have hidden this truth from you, but now that you have gained his trust and his favour, he shall not falter in his care for you, ach?”

Hisslow thrusts inside her seemed to settle the words deeper, stronger — andLydiaclung to him, to the quiet reassurance of his big, powerful body, all over her, around her, within her.

“Buthe still — hid it — from you, too,” she somehow pointed out, between her gasping breaths. “Stilldidn’t tell you — why he came — tome.”

ButEzog’sexpression didn’t change in the slightest, and perhaps it even softened as he glanced sideways, toward whereTrygwas intently watching them, his eyes glittering. “Ach, but you see, this was part of his care for me,”Ezogmurmured. “Andwhen you love aSkai, as we do, you must understand that their care for you stands above all else, ach?Evenabove their truth.”

Thatstill seemed highly questionable, toLydia’smind, butEzogwas still smiling like that towardTryg, with such raw, powerful affection in his eyes. “Itis best only to trust them,” he continued, “and to know that they shall never leave you behind.”

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