Page 35 of Storms & Sacrifice
Soon I can add the feeling of my own ass being filled as Khazak climbs over the both of us, his still-slick cock prodding against my hole for only a second before sliding all the way in. I groan, overcome by the feeling of stuffing and being stuffed at the same time. Each time he snaps his hips down, he fucks me farther into Nylan, pulling more moans from the half-elf’s mouth. Ragnar soon takes his turn in my mouth, Nylan licking against the base of his owner’s shaft and balls while I’m filled atboth ends.
Deciding he needs more leverage, Khazak pushes himself up on his hands. I whimper as he slips out of me, then he’s pulling me back with him, positioning me on my hands and knees. Not hard to figure out what happens next, and he re-enters me as I look across to see Ragnar has turned Nylan around to dothe same.
We’re both of us on all fours, only inches from each other’s faces as our owners resume their fucking. Each time they press in, we are pushed forward a little more, until we are finally close enough for our mouths to meet. Moaning eagerly, the two of us kiss as we are thoroughly fucked face to face.
“Oh fuck,” Nylan whispers pulling away, face screwed up as he lets out a high-pitchedsqueakof a whimper as he’s fucked though his own anal orgasm.
I quickly recapture his mouth, especially since I feel my own rapidly approaching, and I’d rather muffle my own sounds. If things continue—and I have no reason to doubt that they will—they are going to start getting very, very intense. As the orgasm crashes over me, one of my hands reaches blindly for Ny’s, squeezing tightly as I’m fucked through...fuck, is it seven oreight now?
I’m not actually trying to keep track.I bet someone watching outside the tent is.Doesn’t matter. Our two men seem to have found their position and tempo of choice, and two sets of hands continue to almost bruise our hips as they fuck us in the night air. Nylan and I can barely keep ourselves up, both our chests collapsing to the mattress at some point during thefuck fest.
Our hands still grip each other tightly and our faces are turned together, though neither of us is actually able to focus on the other. I can feel myself drooling, and my eyes roll back as I start to ride another prostate-gasm, the muscles in my hole fluttering weakly against the bulky invader. I have no idea when either of the orcs are going to cum; I’m not sure they’re eventryingto cum. I’m not sure of anything right now.I didn’t think having your brains fucked out was a real thing.Maybe they’ll get so fucked out I won’t remember enough of this in the morning to feel shame.
I doubt my ass is gonna letme forget.
Chapter 7
“And every time he would cut off one of its heads, twomore would grow in its place!”
Mikey whimpers on my left. He never did like stories about fighting monsters allthat much.
Meanwhile, I’m practically bouncing in my seat. “How did he finally killit, Yaya?”
“He had help.” Our grandmother smiles down at us warmly. “His nephew, Iolaus, waited nearby with a torch. Each time the Hydra lost one of its heads, Iolaus would use the torch to seal the neck closed and stop any more heads from growing back.”
“Wow.” Iam in awe.
“Sounds scary.” I look over at Mike, who is curled into himself.
“Hey, ’s not scary,” I scooch closer to him and put my arm around his shoulder, “‘cause if we ever have to fight a monster, we have each other. Right?”
“Right.” He nods, smiling at me a little more confidently. “What happened next, Yaya?”
The sun is shining in my eyes, and it makes me roll over and bury my face into my pillow. Wait, why is the sun in my eyes? Did we forget to close the curtains? It’s never this bright in the morning inour bedr—
Memories of last night begin filtering back into my head: meeting up with Ragnar and Nylan for dinner, walking to the park, the tin of ruhax... I can see that I’m still on the bed pallet. We all are; Khazak is spooned up behind me while Ragnar and Ny are on the other side in a similar position. I’m the onlyone awake.
We’re covered by a sheet, but a quick look underneath confirms thatyep, still naked. I look around and see our clothes piled in one corner next to Khazak and Ragnar’s bags. I think for a minute about how I can get from here to there and dressed without anyonenoticing.
Then I pause.
You took part in what was essentially an outdoor orgy last night, David. You didn’t just have sex with Khazak, you also had sex with his best friend and his best friend’s boy/partner/slave. You were practically performing for an audience at certain points. Maybe... Maybe you can just chill out. Maybe, since you’re definitely not the only naked person in the park right now, you can just go back to sleep and enjoy the morning.
I roll over, burying my face in Khazak’s chest—might as well use all that bulk to block out the pesky sun. My movements make him shift, pulling me in closer and throwing a leg over mine. I smile and relax, not quite dozing off but resting. My body could certainly use it, all sorts of soreness making itself known the longerI’m awake.
It’s at least an hour before the others stir. I’ve heard a few of the other park patrons stumble their way home by now, and I guess it’s our turn. I shift over when Khazak sits up to stretch his limbs before he falls back onto the pillows and turns to look at me, sleep still inhis eyes.
“Good morning.” His voice is rough fromthe night.
“Morning.”So is mine.I move back into his space. The morning air isn’t cold, but the body heat is still nice.
“Did you sleep well?” He leans his weight against mine.
“Think so.” I nod againsthis chest.
“Mornin’ guys,” Ragnar greets us, while Nylan grumbles and pulls the sheet over his head next to him. “He says ‘good morning’ too.”
“Good morning,” Khazak answers for me.
