Page 12 of Yuled By the Orcs

Oh.Best… totrustthem.Andas much as the unease kept twisting inLydia’sbelly, she couldn’t deny the startling familiarity in those words, either.Theway she’d always implicitly trustedTryg, too.Andoh, the wayTrygwas looking back atEzog, his eyes rapt and reverent, as though he was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen in all his life.

“Neverleave you behind,elskan,” he breathed. “Never.”

Well.AndEzogclearly believed that, because his eyes had fluttered, his cock thrusting up deeper — and then he sprayed out intoLydiaagain, moaning husky and low, whileTrygflashed him a smug, approving grin.

“Oryou, pretty pet,” he murmured towardLydia, as he again nudgedEzogaside, and knelt between her thighs. “Youshall see, ach?”

Lydiacouldn’t seem to argue, especially onceTryghad again begun shamelessly feasting between her legs, flashing out yet more dizzying, dazzling pleasure.Andonce he’d finished, he shovedEzogonto his back, and proceeded to suck him with deft, familiar ease, too.Fittingnearly all of that massive green heft into his mouth, his eyes glimmering with wicked satisfaction asEzoghelplessly gasped and groaned beneath his touch.

Lydiawas watching it too, from whereEzoghad pulled her close, her head tucked against his solid shoulder.Andthough she’d never once imagined herself watching something like this — watching her lover sucking another orc down his throat — she found that she couldn’t seem to pull her eyes away.Couldn’tseem to keep from snuggling closer intoEzog’sembrace, breathing in the sweet scent of his neck.

“He’sso clever, isn’t he?” she murmured toward him, as she watched his big clawed hand stroking againstTryg’shair. “Soquick and kind and capable.”

“Ach,”Ezogmurmured back, between gasps, as he turned his head to press a soft kiss to her forehead. “Ihave longed for him since the first dayIsaw him fight, ach?Andhe could have chosen any lover he wished — he did, for a long time — but —”

Hisvoice broke there, his hips canting up, and he groaned, long and sustained, as his cock visibly pulsed betweenTryg’stight lips — and yes,Trygwas greedily swallowing, his eyes fluttering onEzog’sas he sucked him dry, as he drew out every last drop.

“Butthenyoucaught my eye, sweet thing,”Trygsaid, his voice hoarse, once he’d pulled off again, licking at his slick lips. “An’ thenIcouldn’t keep myself away, ach?”

Itsounded familiar, itwasfamiliar, andEzogpressed another soft, reassuring kiss toLydia’sforehead. “Andhe has not stopped in his care for me, ever since,” he told her. “Sonow, you shall trust him to care for you also.”

Hespoke as though it was settled, decided, and perhaps — perhaps it was.BecausewhenTryggave a meaningful glance towardLydia, and then towardEzog’scock — which was somehow already swollen full again — she gave a quick, grateful nod, and then slid herself on top of him, her legs straddling wide.TowhereTrygwas lifting that fat length, nudging it up into her wet heat, and then guiding her down upon it.Whilebeneath her,Ezogspasmed and moaned, his eyes flicking awed and worshipful between them.

AndwhenTrygeased close behindLydia, his prodding rigid tip jutting further up her open crease, she didn’t flinch or resist.Instead, she exhaled and tilted herself back, opened as wide as she could for him, welcoming him inside — and then shuddered and shouted at the impossible screeching sensation of it, of two orcs seeking inside her at once, making her their own.

“Ach, that’s it,”Trygwas purring approvingly behind her, as he fed himself in a little deeper. “Yousuck me deep inside you, sweet thing.Yousqueeze me strong and tight, whilst you also seize myelskan’s perfect prick with your perfect little womb, ach?”

BothLydiaandEzogwere frantically nodding, holding one another’s eyes, andTrygbarked a satisfied-sounding laugh behind them, and pushed in further. “Sopretty,” he continued, his voice catching, as his strong hands flexed againstLydia’ships, and that invading strength sank deeper, deeper, deeper. “Sosweet.Andyou’re gonna smell even sweeter when you’re both stuffed full of my freshSkaiseed, ach?Whenyou’re both walking around here reeking ofme.”

Hisvoice sharpened at the end, because oh, he was all the way in, now, jammingLydiafull, fuller than she’d ever been in her life.Withtwo entire orcs buried inside her, filling her, claiming her, forever —

“An’you, sweet thing,”Trygcontinued, his voice a deep, certain rasp, as he gave one ofLydia’sbreasts a brief, proprietary squeeze. “Lookhow good you are.Lookhow pretty you are, with two orcs swallowed whole inside you.Now, you shall suck out our good seed for us, ach?Youshall drink it deep within, and keep it there, so you shall always reek of our scents together, ach?Soyou shall always beours.”

Andyes, yes, that was exactly whatLydiawanted, what she needed, always — and she was nodding,Ezogwas nodding, she was even leaning down to kiss him again, to feel the certain strength in his lips and tongue.Theway his own hips were bucking up faster, filling her fuller, whileTrygdid the same behind, and it was whirling, it was singing, it was breath and light and home — and she arched up as they poured her full, as they gifted her with their good seed, their safety, their care.Asshe shook and shivered and wept, drank it all up with her own clutching, greedy grasp, until the deed was finally finished, sworn into stunning, staggering truth.

Andwhen she collapsed down ontoEzog, he easily caught her, folding her into his strong arms, into his heart. “Ours, sweet woman,” he whispered, so soft. “Ours, now.FromthisYuleonward.”

AndallLydiacould do was nod, and breathe, and settle in deep. “Yes,” she whispered. “FromthisYuleonward.”

9

WhenLydiaawoke the next morning, she was sore, and sticky, and sprawled wide on a soft, equally sticky fur.Whilea succulent, delicious scent wafted through the air, something like… frying meat?

Andwait.Wait.Lydia’seyes snapped open, and once again found the cozy little cabin.Nowwith bright morning sun streaming through its small windows, illuminating whereTrygwas standing by the fireplace, wearing only a pair of low-slung trousers, and flipping something in a pan.WhileEzogbustled around the little table, which seemed to be piled far higher than before.Withwhat looked like treats, and bottles of cider and ale, and… wrapped packages?

Ezog’sbig body had abruptly stilled, his eyes glancing towardLydiain the bed — and for a choked, frozen moment,Lydiastared at him, and at his face.Atwhere it was even more hideous in the bright light, all those scars and rips and imperfections on shocking, unnerving display.Andfor another strange, startled instant, it seemed utterly unthinkable that she had caressed him, kissed him, found such impossible pleasure with him…

Butwait, that was already unease, and maybe even hurt, simmering in his watching eyes.Andbefore she’d quite realized it,Lydiashoved her sticky body out of bed, and walked unsteadily toward him.Reachingfor that broken, beautiful face, and pulling it down, and giving it a fierce, purposeful kiss.

“Morning,” she said shyly, once she’d drawn away. “HappyYule,Ezog.”

Hercheeks felt very hot, suddenly, and then even hotter at the look of abject, unabashed awe inEzog’sblinking eyes. “A-ach,” he stammered, his voice thick. “To— to you also, woman.”

Lydia’sface flushed even hotter, and thankfully she was soon rescued byTryg, who came over with a smug, indulgent grin on his face. “Youare both so shy and sweet, my pretty pets,” he said, with satisfaction, as he tiltedLydia’sface up for a brief, biting kiss, too. “Now,elskan, mayhap you shall ask our woman if you can empty that good load you’ve been nursing into her?Andthen help her bathe and dress for the day?”

Hishand had dropped to grip teasingly at the obvious bulge inEzog’strousers, even as he gaveLydiaa sly, knowing wink. “He’sbeen eyeing your pretty form all this morn, sweet thing,” he informed her. “Couldscarce hear a wordIspoke, ach?”

Withthat,Trygcasually strode back to the fireplace, swiping for his pan.AndLydiacould have sworn thatEzog’sdeep green cheeks were flushing too, his hand rubbing shyly at the back of his neck. “Sh-should you?” he said, with a wince. “Wishfor — more?From— me?”

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