Page 21 of Shared By Two Orcs

And neither of them will take me to bed. I’m one day away from stripping naked and strutting around my house to see who breaks first because it clearly isn’t driving them insane not to touch me like it is me.

It’s after dinner now as Duma and I sit out under the stars. He loves being outside just as I do and we are reclined back against a tree, whispering our wildest stories and pointing out constellations.

With his arm wrapped around me and my entire left side pressed against him, my body is burning with desire. But Duma looks peaceful, content, and I wonder if he isn’t as attracted to me as I initially thought.

Tilting my head back, I press a kiss to his neck, and I grin when I hear his breath hitch. His fingers dig into my hip and I lift up to trial kisses up his skin and across his jaw.

“Willo,” he rasps, clearly not realizing how his husky voice alone turns me on.

“Duma,” I tease, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips. He looks almost disappointed when I pull away. “Is this not what you wanted?”

He gulps, even as his hands play with the exposed skin where my shirt has ridden up. My heart pounds the longer the silence stretches on, and just as I’m about to climb off him, he breathes, “I do.”

And with that, I’m on him. His lips part as he pulls me hard against him and his tongue slips into my mouth. I grind against his lap, shuddering how thick his cock is beneath me as he grows hard.

But just like every other time I’ve tried to initiate something with him, he slows me as I reach for my clothes, gently setting me off of him. It stings.

Even more so because Yamarz does it, too. At first, I thought I had done something wrong, but I’ve started to realize that neither of them are willing to share me in that way. I wonder if it’s something they’ve discussed.

I don’t push it, though, because I feel the same. I want to experience this with both of them, not separately, and that is starting to create a real problem for me.

They are orcs. They are possessive and I’m surprised this has gone on as long as it has, but I think it’s only a matter of time before they decide they can’t keep going like this.

Two.

But there’s two of them and one of me. How is this going to end?

It’s a question that plagues me every day as I grow closer to them, as Yamarz pulls me hard against him and whispers fevered promises in my ear. As Duma holds me tight and presses kisses to the top of my head.

I’ve loved getting to know both of them. Duma has such a great sense of humor and Yamarz is incredibly patient. They both enjoy learning what I like, even if they approach it differently, and they’ve really started to integrate themselves in my world.

In my heart.

What I thought was going to be purely physical has transformed into something much more emotional. I’ve opened my soul, shared my memories and struggles with each of them.

And I don’t know what is going to happen when one of them tries to lay claim to me.

“Are you okay?” Yamarz asks me one afternoon as I straddle him on the couch.

I decide I’ve finally had enough, ripping my shirt off over my head. There is nothing beneath and his eyes widen as he takes me in.

“Why have you been so distant from me?”

It’s not that I only value sex or the pleasure they can bring me. For a week now, I’ve been satisfied with getting to know them, with laughter and fun activities. But I want the closeness that only physical intimacy can bring, and both of them have been avoiding that.

He shakes his head. “I haven’t been.”

I can tell by his expression that he knows it’s a lie.

I sigh, rolling my hips a little as I feel him growing hard. “You have.” My voice is breathy as I find the right spot. “And I want more of you, Yamarz. I love getting to know you, of you teaching me archery and me teaching you baking. But I wantallof you, and you haven’t given it to me.”

He groans as his fingers dig into my hips. “You’re sure.”

I wrap my arms around his thick neck. “I’m positive.”

Finally, he gives in, pinning me on my couch and bringing me so many orgasms that I nearly pass out from pleasure.

When he leaves and Duma comes to see me, I notice how Yamarz doesn't look at him, but I lead Duma inside. I meant what I said to Yamarz, but I feel the same way with Duma. My body and heart are drawn to them both inexplicably and I hope that they can forgive that.

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