Page 65 of Lost to the Orcs

Our tongues tangle as a big* brute wraps his arms up and around my front to caress me. Jae shoves his head into the crook of my neck. Licking and laving me, covering me with his scent. Causing shivers up and down my spine with each slow sensual and rough lap of his tongue. I feel my body responding. Reacting to the ridiculous and yet arousing sensation.

U’snar’s sexy beautiful tongue twirls itself around mine. Tugging on it. Sucking on it. I whimper as he releases it so thatwe both may take a breath. I gasp his name as he tugs my dress over my form. It is softer than anything I’ve ever worn but when I am in this kind of mood; needy, I cannot help but hate it against my skin.

U’snar’s clawed hands scrape over my skin, leaving little trailing lines against it and making me quiver as his brother nips me, his own hands caressing up and down. Up and down my thighs. Eliciting a gush of need from between my thighs. I see U’snar’s nostrils flare and I can feel Jaedason’s desire.

“Fuck, I need you.” I whine.

Jaedason’s fingers slide between my legs, rubbing and coating his fingers in my slickened need. “Ach, so hot. Such a needy an beau’iful cunt for my brother an’ Ay.” He growls. His teeth clamping down on my mating bond but not piercing the skin. I jerk in his hold but otherwise do not move. Like a rabbit caught in it’s trap. “Would you like to taste brother?”

U’snar audibly swallows, looking between my thighs. He licks his lips, tasting my skin and saliva on his tongue. He shakes his head, coming to a decision, “Is alright, weel taste later. Now? I wish t’ feel her. Surrounding me.”

Jaedason nods in understanding as he gathers my slick and starts rubbing his fingers coated in it before poking at my rear. Slickening it with my own desire. I whimper as one finger and then two breaches me. Filling me slowly. The dark desire and need for this making me quake. And then my eyes lock on U’snar. Who has pulled away from me to stand.

He is wearing a shirt for what is likely one of the first and only times I’ve ever seen him in one. And he lifts it hurriedly off his body. But then when he sees me licking my lips, with every inch of skin he exposes he smirks that damnable gorgeous and lovable smirk. And he slowly unlaces his pants. He carefully and almost reverently unlaces his boots before toeing them off and discarding them near to where we place our shoes. And then, he’s slipping his thumbs inside his waistband. And I moan and yelp in a combination of choked sounds because Jaedason chose that moment to fill my rear with a third finger. Scissoring and plunging them deeply inside me.

I quake, my body shivering and shuddering. Needy and demanding. Please. Please. YES!

U’snar is pulling down his pants. Those low slung teasing thingsthat shouldn’t evenbe.

He’s halfway down his hips, pulling the fabric just so that his desire doesn’t just snap out of them like I want them to. But then he yanks them down. His cock springing out at me. Bobbing. Leaking. Dribbling his own need like droplets of white rain.

“U’s.” I moan. “Jae.” I gasp. “I need–please. I want–OH FUCK.” Jaedason’s other hand comes around and wraps around my neck, pressing me flush against him.

“Ach, tell me, mine. Beau’iful little lost. What is it you want?” He rumbles into my ear, his hand tightening just barely on my throat.

“I want you. Both of you. Inside. Please!” I shout as he takes that moment to shove his fingers inside me. Thrusting them within, harshly but not unkindly. And then freeing them just as suddenly. I cry out in despair. NO. I need that. I– “Jaedason!” I protest and he chuckles.

“Ay cannae very weel fuck you if my fingers are inside you little mine.” I groan at his point but then U’snar is there to save the day. His fingers are caressing my skin. As his prick bounces, and bobs. Brings itself closer to my lips with his reaching hands. I lick the salted delight from him. Taking the drips and drops onto my tongue and feeding it to my belly. Needing it inside of me. Warming me. Filling me. Giving me its delight and its spectacular warmth.

But then, he’s pulling away too. “No.” He hums. “I want t’ fill you elsewhere Sunkissed. Fill you with me. All o’ me. My warmth. My seed. I weel give you ‘he sun so you may shine from within.”

I whine but then, he’s dropping down to his knees. Pulling me from Jae’s arms. Placing my thighs over his. He doesn’t enter me. He doesn’t fill me like he says he wishes. As he says he wants to. He just rests it, rubs it, against my core. The center of my need and the bundle of nerves above it. “U’s.” I gasp.

At the shifting of fabric, I turn to see Jae is now undressing. U’snar continues his slow pressure thrusts as I watch. The Orc pulls his shirt over his head. Neither rushed nor slowed. He unties his pants and pulls them off a little more quickly. Because he knows, heknows, how much I love the spring of his cock out of his pants. It’s large, powerful. The hood on its head pulls back at the hardness of him, where it allows it to dribble. I whine at the perfect droplet still attached to the head. My mind feeling betrayed that it will be wasted on my nest.

But Jae thinks of everything. His clawed hand gathers that white thread on his fingers and brings it to my lips. I lap it up. Licking every morsel offered. When it is cleaned, he takes his saliva slickened hand and strokes himself. Staring at me. At my bared and arching back. My rear, practically presenting to him. Ready for him.

He licks his mark, my neck, nibbles my jaw and the bottom of my ear. He lifts me up, his hands at my waist and adjusts me on U’snar. Fitting him at my entrance. I gasp as it breaches me. But only just barely. Because Jae isn’t done notching me on them. No. He rubs himself, hardened and needy between my cheeks. My saliva and his precum wetting me. Readying me. I feel myself, clutching with need. With a shudder, I wait for him. Wanting him. Needing it. He places himself at my rear entrance but doesn’t press forward. Doesn’t even breach me like he allowed U’snar to. “Weel you take me? Take us? All that we are?”

U’snar’s hands replace Jae’s. Whose hands flutter lower. One hand wraps around my hip and my ass, spreading me wide enough so he can see it. See us there. He takes himself in his other hand to rub the weeping head against me. The nerves there flickering to life. Clutching at nothing. Demanding to be filled.

“Yes.” I gasp. “I love you. I love both of you. I can’t imagine spending another day, another moment without you. It was hell. I never want to relive that again.”

“No. No you weel no’.” And then there is sharp slapping sound as Jaedason smacks my bottom. I yelp and try to pull away, but his grip is demanding. U’snar’s hands are unyielding. “Ay ken we said there weel no’ be a next time.” My body clenches at the memory of my last spanking. I know I couldn’t control telling them where I went this time. But I still left them. Scared them. “But rest assured, you weel no’ scare us like that again.” His hand lands. Again. And Again. Pressing me down but not as far as I’d like on U’snar. Who doesn’t move through all of this.

Jae’s hand is like a rubber mallet trying to hit a nail into wood. It continues edging the feeling. Making me desperate for completion but there’s not a chance in hell I’ll be able to with just this. “Jae.” I moan and he rubs my ass with his hands. Caressing the reddened and abused flesh.

“Now,” He growls, “take us, my mate. Let me fill you.” His prickcomes back to that place, the one place where he’s not been in so very long.

“Jae, please,” I beg him. I need him. I’m dying without him.

He notches himself, nearly there. U’snar’s hands are trembling. He’s ready. Just as needy as I. With both their hands on me, Jae’s on my hips, U’s on my waist, they push me down. I gasp, being filled all at once. Both of them. U’s in front, Jae behind me. “Fuck.” I hiss. The beautiful sting makes my eyes prickle. I’m so happy. I’m so fucking happy. I have them. They’re here. With me. And I'm never leaving them again.

EPILOGUE

Narod

Ay pick up the bags, slingin’ them o’er my shoulders. They’re no’ all that heavy an’ thankfully, we donnae have t’ pack any o’he nestin’ materials. My brothers’ mate isnnae gravid with a new kit, an’ likely willnae catch for another year o’ two.

---