Page 37 of Lost to the Orcs

Jaedason snorts before extricating himself from their little power show. He bends until our noses touch. “Ay will pummel him t’ bruises only.” A light peck on my lips before he grabs a curious looking Narod who is eyeballing the affection Jaedason is so obviously showing me. “Come brother.” He grins. “You wish t’ fight? Let usfight.”

Narod’s eyes widen. “Oh ye’re much willin’ today, ock?”

Jaedason’s grin broadens. My heart palpitates at the almost manic glee in it. Oh, Narod is about to get trounced. “Ach.” As Jaedason drags his brother out of the room, I hear Narod mutter about how this isn’t how it is supposed to go. His brother should be annoyed. Not annoyingly happy.

U’snar snicker snorts next to me. “You would like to see?”

I turn to him. “In a moment.” A sultry saucy look on my face. U’snar’s eyes seem to darken with lust and need. “First,” I step closer to him. Wiggle my hands free of his grip, I glide them up his arms and over his shoulders. He wraps his hands around my waist, his fingers nearly meeting.

“First?” He smirks devilishly at me. All heat and an empty clenching of my womb.

I mentally shake myself. “First,” I cup his jaw with my small hands. “I must correct a mistake.” I yank on his ears and pull his face to mine. He winces at my grip but doesn’t try to pull away. “You will never keep a secret of this magnitude from me again or I swear to all that is mighty I will get you close to cumming and I will stop. For weeks. I don’t care if I put you into a rut, I will lock you in a room without me. I am your mate. Your wife. Your love. I deserve to know.”

He jerks a nod, wincing. “Ach. Understood Sunkissed.” He cups my cheek and kisses me so tenderly it brings tears to my eyes. “I’m sorry.” He whispers against my lips. “I love you, Little Lost.” My heart melts. God, I love him too. Before I can say just that, he tugs out of my grasp and pulls me along. “We see Jaedason trounce Narod. Come, Little Lost.” My earthy mate beckons with a quirk of his head.

And trounce him he does. No effort. Well, some. But not as much as Narod uses to defend.

Sweaty, bleeding from a few scratches and a busted lip, my citrus mate gives me a soft reassuring growl when I loudly congratulate him. All my nervous and pent up energy giving outlet. “Oh my gosh! Look at that lip. You poor mate of mine!”

Narod pouts. “Ock, yes. Poor mate.” He grumbles. My eyes narrow on him and he raises his hands in a universal surrender. “Ay willnae garner yer ire, lass. But Ay cannae see how ye overlook me.” I roll my eyes at him. Although there aren't a whole lot of women, those that are single are fawning over him and cooing about his beautifulphysique and his poor body being ruined by the chief.

‘Ruined’ by the chief. Jaedason didn’t break any bones. Although, Narod will likely have a scar on his left nostril, depending on his healing. His lip is bloodied and he too has many scratches upon his limbs. Stray claws and all. Probably a wounded pride. A couple of bruises.

Speaking of bruises. Green skinned bruises are not pretty. That sallow almost over ripened banana look humans get? It’s like that but times a thousand. I don’t understand how it could be times a thousand but they sure do manage it.

Jaedason hisses as he stretches. His bruises form like flowers in bloom. I cluck my tongue, my hands skimming the blotchy skin. “Jeeze. You guys don’t know how to hold a punch do you?”

U’snar snorts. My eyes narrow on the Orc and he smirks at me, winking from his seated position in our room.

Once finished with their verbal after fighting banter, we’d gotten our food delivered to the room, Narod took little Arawn for dinner since his highchair was delivered to the kitchens. We’ll have to order a second one that way the one in the kitchens can be used by any of the people in the mountain. I sigh. So much. So much needs to be done but I don’t even know where to start.

I wiggle my arms in an effort to shake off my melancholy; to my males looks of confusion. I’m sure they are chalking it up to me being from “aerth”. “Now, how am I supposed to do this again?” I ask. Jaedason is laying down tummy first, naked as a jaybird, on our bed/nest. I have found that it’s sort of a combination of the two. If I try to strip the extra comforters and pillows, not only will my mates get a bit upset, but they’ll also find or trade for new ones to see if I just somehow didn’t want the last batch anymore. U’snar’s room has essentially turned into storage at this point because of it. Just holding my extra bedding stuffs.

But, I’ve also found thatIenjoy it quite a bit. Having a nest. It is soft and comforting and makes my insides feel warm and somehow protected. Like being wrapped in my mates arms at night.

“Well,” U’snar begins pointing at the container in my hand, “You need t’ take that ointment an’ rub it on his skin. It helps ‘he healing process.”

“Uh-huh.” I look at this big beast of a being and wonder how thefuck I’m supposed to get to all of him. I bite my lip and mull it over before shrugging and climbing on top of his back with a muttered apology. Truly, this is the only way I’ll be able to get to any of him. My cheeks flush as our naked flesh connects in the most nonsexual way. But that my body seems to hum in averysexual way. I bite my lip in order to gain a choke hold on my horny emotions. I get that getting oil out of our daily clothes would be tedious but underclothes maybe? I mean… fuck I love his skin beneath mine.

I balance the container on his back and between my legs as I lean forward trying not to graze or brush myself against his bruised flesh. “Okay, I’m going to start now. Alright?” Jaedason murmurs a soft hum of assent. So, I start massaging the ointment into his skin and muscles. I’m no pro by any means and honestly, I don’t even know if I’m doing it right, but his moans of pleasure and soft growls seem to be telling me that I’m giving him some form of pleasure, if not relief. Therefore, I continue.

I move from his upper back down to his waist and lower back. My slick hands gliding over his poor bruised skin. “Is this okay?” I ask tentatively. Hoping I’m not hurting him. He nods after he moans. My pussy clenches as if begging him to notice me. “If you say so.” Again, I continue. The back of his arms and massage his humongous hands. His legs and feet. “Alright. Time to–

“Ach, no.” U’snar interrupts. “You forgot.”

“I didn’t–”I look at where he’s pointedly gesturing. “Oh my god it’s just an ass. He doesn’t even have a bruise on–Fine.” I grumble a red flush staining my cheeks and I give a half hearted massage slash fondling of his beautiful and firm ass. “Okay, now you can roll over.” As he does, I feel a fluttering in my tummy. For there, standing at attention is his massive prick.

“Start at his legs, Little Lost.” U’snar growls. And so I do. Legs, to hands, his arms and shoulders. Finally, I’m sitting on his chest, my sexual frustration mounting with every minute of slickened hands against his warm skin.

When I’m finally done with his delicious form and I’m about to hop off, Jaedason’s growl makes me whimper as it vibrates into me from my cunt up. Nipples peaked, I grit, “What?”

“You forget.” And to emphasize what I have forgotten, it thumbs my rump. I go to stand so that I can turn around andgrab him. “Ach, no.” He grasps my hips. “You are slick enough.”

“What?” The gasp is startled from me as he bends his knees, pressing me down onto his chest, and pushes me onto his prick with a fierce thrust. I squeal with delight and surprise. “Fuck me that is so–oh god Jaedason.” My moan turns into a mewl.

The wet slap of our lower halves fills the air around us, as my nipples slip and slide deliciously against him. I can smell the lust and the haze of need around us. But not just from the two of us. I watch as the seated Orc across from us takes himself into hand as he watches his brothers prick be devoured by my creaming cunt. Just the sight of him, jerking his prick back and forth in time with his brothers thrusts, makes my head spin and my climax crash through me.

Jaedason strikes erratically within me; until finally, he lodges himself against the mouth of my womb and the spray from the head of him casts me into yet another orgasm. In the same instance, the head of U’snars prick jerks in his hand and sprays forward onto the floor. Something inside me whines.

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