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“Thanks,” I reply, blushing. “It’s a rirzed infused oil that I rub all over my body.”

“Let me tell you, some of the other orcs can really do with some of that stuff.”

The three of us break out into laughter. Without realizing, I reach over to his shoulder and give it a light squeeze. It doesn’t feel weird to me nor to him for he carries on unphased. After another few drinks, Willo comes back over to me.

Instead of reclining on me, she straddles me, deliberately resting the warmth between her legs on my bulge. In her eyes is a look of hunger but not for food. Our eyes close as we lock lips, engaging in a passionate kiss. She runs her tongue over mine, reigniting the same magic that shook my body from our first kiss a few nights ago.

Willo pulls away, her eyes lingering there for a moment before planting a smaller kiss on my lips. She then retracts and crosses over to Yamarz, running her hands over his chest and neck. Their eyes lock in a similar manner before they share a kiss of their own, equally as heated as ours. She runs her hand through his shoulder length hair. At that moment, a sudden thought creeps into my head.

The moment she revealed she wanted to spend the day together, I knew to expect some sort of affection between them. I anticipated looking away but now that it’s happening, it's… kind of hot.

16

YAMARZ

There’s been nothing but odd twists of events occurring in my life, with the most recent being that I find myself in a three way relationship. It’s something that I never saw coming, especially given my trust issues… But surprisingly, it’s been nothing but pleasant.

I lay on my bed, reflecting on our first group date in the forest. It was the most fun I had had in a long time, and not only because of Willo but Duma too. Getting to know him is creating a strong bond between us – a friendship I didn’t know I wanted.

Since that day, the three of us have ventured out on more dates. It’s reached the point where it’s now the norm. I’ve been enjoying each one, and even stranger was the fact I now look forward to the next time we all meet up. Bizarrely, I’ve been enjoying my time with Duma, too. Willo is still the woman I am after but it’s nice to have someone who sees her the same way I do, to tease and pleasure her.

The relationship between Duma and I has blossomed in the last while. We’ve been saying hello to each other when walking by. He always seems happy when we bump into each other, and that in itself always left a smile on my face. I would even go so far as to now label him a close friend.

“I can’t believe I was ever an asshole to him,” I mutter to myself. “I should never have gone out of my way to avoid him all because of a stupid fight he lost against some arrogant prick.”

Above all those thoughts, the one I find myself thinking about the most is the moment when Willo kissed him before coming over to me. Maybe I should have felt jealous but I didn’t mind sharing her.

In fact, I kind of liked it.

I replay the moment in my head when she made out with him. The way they looked into each other’s eyes was nothing short of magical to watch, not to mention hope their tongues danced with each other. I’m so absorbed in my imagination that I take no notice of my hand gravitating towards my cock.

She looked so fucking good,I think as my cock quickly swells. Kissing her is one thing. But watching her be kissed is an experience more sensual than I anticipated.

I could have sworn that I saw Duma looking at Willo and I make out with such a powerful look of attraction in his eyes. At the same time, I’m wondering if I’m crazy for such steamy thoughts but I couldn’t help it.

An orc is supposed to fight for his woman, to protect her from other men. What kind of orc am I to pull on my cock as I think about how good she looked straddling someone else. Is it wrong for me to want to see her flushed with an orgasm instead of being the one giving it to her? Should I want to watchandplay – and not always at the same time?

I immediately remove my mind of all thoughts, closing my eyes as I toss and turn.

* * *

The next day,I am getting ready for the evening’s group date. I’m trying to groom myself, thinking of Duma as I do so. Maybe it’s not so wrong to want to be a little less roguish like him.

“Perhaps I can ask him for a few tips and tricks,” I say to myself.

From a shelf, I remove a bottle of oil infused with rirzed heb, inspired by Duma. Emptying a few drops in my hands, I rub my palms together and spread the oil over my entire body, unsure if I’m doing it all correctly. After getting dressed, the time comes for me to leave my home.

I open my door, stepping out into the early evening air. The sun begins setting, slowly inching its way down like a red inferno sinking into the horizon. An orange glow is casted upon the encampment, enveloping it in a warm ambience. The air hangs heavy with warmth as I inhale a deep breath, after which I break out into a confident stride.

I make my way towards the canteen, spotting Duma waiting at the entrance. Upon spotting me, he smiles and waves. I approach with an outstretched arm, gripping his shoulder firmly.

“It’s good to see you,” I greet. “Were you waiting long?”

“Only about five minutes. Oh! There’s Willo!”

I turn to look at where he’s pointing. I spot Willo making her way over. There rings through the air a light breeze, causing her hair to wave around. The sight of it is beautiful, making me wish I could stop time just to admire it some more. She greets us each with a kiss.

“Hello boys,” she says with a smile.

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