Page 18 of Yuled By the Orcs

Butthe warmth only shimmered higher as they launched into another full day ofYulecelebrations, even more marvellous than the day before.Beginningwith more gift exchanging withTryggrandEben— more weapons forTryggr, and books forEben— and then a delicious breakfast, hosted by theAsh-Kaiclan this time.

Andthen, forYuleitself, it turned out that each clan held a specific activity to celebrate, and all other clan members were welcome to join in.Itbegan with aGriskcookie-decorating event, which was enthusiastically attended by dozens of excitedly squealing orclings — who, asOlgahad expected, each seemed to consume their own body weight in cookies.Itwas followed by a cheeryAsh-Kaimorning of tales in the schoolroom, and then a cleverKa-esh crafting session — which was again heavily attended by enthusiastic orclings, who soon were eagerly flying little paper birds and dragons throughout the mountain’s corridors.

Nextwas aBautulproject thatLydiaandEzoghad helped to organize — an intensive gift hunt, in which teams of searchers raced to seek out hidden little gifts, which were each destined for a specific recipient.Itled to a wild afternoon of orcs racing and shouting and laughing all through the mountain, and it turned out thatTrygwas one of the top performers, single-handedly delivering no fewer than a dozen gifts to their intended recipients.

Andfinally, for the main event of the day, theSkaiclan hosted a massive sparring tournament in theSkaiarena.Teamingup pairs of fighters from across all five clans, while hundreds of spectators shouted and cursed and cheered from the rows of surrounding stone seats.Unsurprisingly, theSkaimade an excellent showing —Tryggrvery high among them — and evenTrygmade it through multiple rounds before conceding defeat to a sturdyGrisknamedVarinn.

“Afew decades back,I’dhave flattened him,”TrygtoldLydiaandEzogwith a resigned grin, rubbing a hand at his sweaty face. “ButI’lltake great joy in seeing m’boy do it, ach?”

Itturned out thatTryggrdid indeed defeatVarinn, but it was a close thing, helped greatly by a stunning sideways kick that was perfectly suited to his lean, quick body. “Learntthat from me, he did,”Trygproudly toldLydia, in between bouts of ear-splitting cheering. “That’sm’boy!Gethim, son!”

Inthe end,Tryggrwas just edged out by an equally slim and speedyKa-esh, a development that leftTryghighly indignant. “AKa-esh, son?” he demanded once a sweatyTryggrhad come to sprawl beside them, with a flush-facedEbenin tow. “Whatrubbish is this?!”

“Ach,I’dlike to see you try an’ take him,Pa,”Tryggrsaid, between heaving breaths, as he bodily yankedEbenonto his lap. “TheseKa-esh have got more surprises than you think, ach?”

Hewas already nuzzling atEben’sneck, making him wriggle and gasp, whileTrygpursed his lips, and shook his head. “Ach,Ifollow, son,” he said flatly. “Don’twant to stomp a prettyKa-esh in the face, not when you’re so smitten with your own!Iken you oughta —”

Butbefore he could finish,Ezoghad moved to drop his huge body in betweenTrygandTryggr, elbowingTrygpowerfully in the side. “Thiswas a fine showing, son,” he said firmly. “Youwere a joy to watch, ach?”

ThankfullyTrygtook the hint, though he kept casting dark looks over towardTryggrandEben— at least, untilUlfarr, anotherSkai, knocked out his equally massiveBautulopponent with a spectacular punch to the head.Adevelopment that led to more shouting and cheering, especially since the tournament was down to only four final contestants — three of themSkai, with one loneAsh-Kairemaining.

EvenLydiacould admit that the final two matches were very exciting, and the contestants were clearly taking their time now, and putting on a good show for their rapt audience.Butfinally, two more winners were announced — one of them theSkaiBossDrafli, the other one his gigantic clan brotherSimon.Andtheir final match was a stunning display of skill and speed and strength, which ended with the two of them clasping hands, and then collapsing down onto the floor together.

Thecheering afterwards was so loud it shook the room, and soon the party spilled out into the corridor, which had been well stocked with cakes, eggnog, and the last of the cookies.Andby the end of it,Lydiafelt giddy and dizzy and utterly exhausted, and she was deeply grateful whenEzogfinally guided her back toward their room, withTrygclose behind.

“Ach, that’s it,”Trygmurmured, his voice husky and warm, asEzogpulled upLydia’sred dress, and sank himself deep inside her. “Giveher a good hardYuleploughing with that perfect fat prick of yours,elskan.Makeher scream and plead for my good gift, ach?”

Andyes, yes,Ezogwas already doing it, plunging in with long, powerful strokes, whileLydiagasped and clung to him, welcoming him, pleading for him.Tellinghim what a good, wonderful gift he was, how much she loved having him inside her, making her his own.

AndwhenTrygclimbed up behind him, strengtheningEzog’sdeep plunges with his own vicious thrusts, she begged for him too, praising him, adoring him. “You’reso generous,Tryg,” she choked at him. “Sogiving.So, so good to me.Tous.”

Andgods, the way he grinned at her, bright and wicked and approving, flashing her all those sharp teeth. “Ach, no,” he said, his voice hitching as he slammed inside, wringing the desperate craving up higher, harder. “Justgreedy, you ken.Wantingto keep my perfect sweet gifts all to myself, for all the rest of ourYulestogether.”

Oh.Andeven asLydiaarched and shouted with pleasure, with the truth of two orcs pouring themselves out as one, those words kept ringing, thudding like a deep, quiet bell.Greedy.Tokeep my perfect sweet gifts all to myself.

AndwhenTrygcollapsed down ontoEzog’sbroad, sweaty back, she ran her hands down his sides, and searched his eyes.Findingthat rare twinge of vulnerability, or maybe even shame.Anadmission, perhaps, that he needed them too, just as much as they needed him.Thatin giving them both such great gifts, he’d also been giving them to… himself.

“Good,”Lydiatold him, quiet but certain. “Becausewe’re all yours,Tryg, always.Forall theYuleswe have left, and all the days in between.”

AndTrygwas half-smiling back at her, still looking surprisingly vulnerable, almost a little shy. “Ach?” he said, quiet. “Youken?”

Lydiafirmly nodded, giving him a shy, wavering smile of her own. “Iken,” she whispered. “Iswear,Tryg.”

Aboveher,Ezogwas nodding too, and even nudging his neck closer toTryg’smouth.Andthat was another bright, impish, contagious grin, lighting upTryg’sface — and without another word, he bent his head to hiselskan’s waiting neck, and bit his teeth deep.

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