Page 28 of Shared By Two Orcs

Settling down, Willo shoots a seductive look at me, subtly biting her lip in such a way that makes me forget the company of the other orc. She crawls over to me, brushing her hand along my inner thighs and over my cock. She then reclines against my chest as everyone begins eating and chatting.

“Duma, you mentioned before how you were previously a member of the battalion. What happened?” asks Willo.

“Well…” I mutter, glancing at Yamarz from the corner of my eye. “I tried very hard to become one of the camp’s best fighters, but I could never get the hang of things. One day, another orc named Yaghed started picking a fight with me. Like a fool, I gave in and challenged him. He won, with my loss being shameful enough to get me demoted. It’s a day I’ll never forget for as long as I live.”

“That sounds like it was a rough time,” replies Willo, laying a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “You should know something like that isn’t at all important to me, it just sounds like some dumb politics between the orcs.”

“There’s a lot of competition between us all,” speaks Yamarz, looking thoughtfully at the water.

“Well, none of it matters now. You’re happy with your current job and that’s all that matters. Not every one of you has to be some ax wielding brute. No offense to either of you of course,” says Willo.

“None taken,” I chuckle.

“Don’t worry Duma,” says Yamarz. “For what it’s worth, I think you’re a decent orc, certainly a lot better than some of those scumbags like Yaghed.”

I’m taken aback at his comment, tilting my head in deep thought.

“Thank you… That means a lot coming from another orc, especially one so well respected.”

“Well respected? You’re too kind,” laughs Yamarz, flashing a dazzling smile I’ve never seen from him before. I’ve become so used to the constant scowl on his face that seeing him happy is odd. But I guess I am building something with him I didn’t expect. A friendship.

Before anything further can be said, Willo breaks away from my grip and inches over to Yamarz. She takes the same position on his chest, stroking his hands as they rest on her stomach. As I look on, I suddenly take notice of the lack of jealousy within me.

Internally, there’s a strange feeling of sorts at seeing them intimate, but it didn’t feel remotely close to envy. Somehow, I’ve no compulsion to spring up and pounce on Yamarz. They look at each other, their eyes full of admiration.

They look damn good together, that much is for sure.

“I’ll never forget the day I first laid eyes on you,” says Yamarz.

“Me neither, it was like seeing a dream happen in real life,” replies Willo. “Remember when I pricked you in the chest with my pickaxe?”

“Maybe that was the moment I knew you were for me… Or should I say us?” he states, gesturing to me.

“Well, one thing’s for certain. We find love in the strangest of places.”

“True,” he laughs. “Anyone for some wine?”

He removes the bottle from his basket as the smile disappears from his face. In its place is a worrying frown.

“I’m sorry Duma, I only brought two glasses,” he stammers.

“Don’t worry about it. Only one of us knew this was going to be a group date.” I laugh, nudging Willo with my elbow.

Yamarz gazes at me, his eyes softening for a brief moment. In that split second, I see that he’s weighing his options. He’s being…considerate to me. He then gives me a glass.

“You take mine, I’ll drink out of the bottle.”

“Are you sure?” I ask, surprised.

“I insist. Besides, there’s only enough for three servings anyway.”

After he pours wine into my glass and Willo’s, he reclines back in place. Just then, his nose twitches.

“There’s a nice smell around here, like rirzed or something.”

“That would be this pretty boy here,” says a tipsy Willo, gesturing to me.

“Well, I never expected another orc to smell so good,” chuckles Yamarz. “What is it exactly?”

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