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DUMA

Ithought that sleeping with two other people was going to make for a very uncomfortable night, but as the fog of sleep slowly dissipates from my mind, I can’t help but notice how great I feel. Not once was I too hot or kicked around, and the bed that Willo got is incredible.

My body starts to wake up, and I’m careful not to move too much, not wanting to wake the others. As my senses come back to me, I grin at the feeling of Willo wrapped up in my arms.

My body is pressed fully against hers, and I can feel every single curve along her beautiful body. The blankets have been shoved to the end of the bed, but I’m wrapped up in the heat of another body so I didn’t immediately notice.

I peel my eyes open, glancing down at her with a smile to see that both she and Yamarz are asleep. Originally, I thought it was going to be weird to share a bed with another orc, but we’ve been sharing our girl for some time. I don’t mind seeing him touch her, especially if I am here for it.

I still feel possessive over her, but it’s different with Yamarz. We’ve developed a certain friendship, a certain level of trust, that I don’t mind him having a taste of her. I know he’ll take care of her.

But I also can’t help but wonder what it would be like to see her take both of us.

Am I wrong for that? Shouldn’t I want her entirely to myself?

I can’t help it, but I want to see her pushed to the brink of pleasure by the two of us. It’s not the first time I thought that, but I haven’t been able to get it out of my head.

And Willo was grinning watching with excitement as we both claimed either side of her, which pushed this to a whole new level.

But after watching her face as we both stripped and climbed into bed, it was pretty hard to ignore the effect the thought has on me. Two sets of hands on her made my imagination go crazy and I can’t wait to see what she would look like taking two cocks instead.

My breathing stutters as a vision of her flashes in my mind, and I press my hips into her.

Yamarz is massive, not just in height but in all of his stature. More than once, I’ve seen him training in the ring and he is truly a force to be reckoned with.

I can only imagine the way he handles Willo. I bet she would look so fucking hot at his mercy as she tried to handle what we both have to give.

My eyes drag down Willo, and I take in her barely clothed body, her shirt drifting up her torso and exposing her lower body. By the time my eyes make it back up her form, her eyes are open and watching me.

Embarrassed, I pull back. My whole body is tense as I roll onto my back, trying to shift to where it’s not so noticeable how hard I am. My eyes are on the ceiling as she rolls with me, a hand pressed to my chest.

“You get a good look?” Her voice is husky, rough with disuse, and I try to squash the arousal it sends spiking through my body. Now is not the time. I’m sure neither of them want this.

Yamarz shifts, and out of the corner of my eye, I see him prop up on his elbow, his gaze on the both of us. My skin feels like it is on fire as I suck in a deep breath and try to stay calm as I look over at the two of them. I’m not blind to how he grips Willo, pushing his hips into her.

I clear my throat. “I didn’t mean to wake either of you.”

“I’m glad you did.” Willo rolls her hips, and my breath hitches as her hand glides down my body. “It seems there’s something more pressing than sleep.”

I blink, trying to register her words. No matter what, though, I can’t make sense of them. “What?”

I lick my dry lips and my eyes dart down to her mouth and back up. Her expression darkens, burning with intensity that I’m afraid to question as she purrs, “I think you know what.” Her head dips to the side, eyes cutting down, and I clench my teeth. She’s gesturing to my erection.

I don’t know how to respond. Is she thinking the same things I am or did I let a few drinks get to me too much? Surely neither of them have been thinking what I have. Willo’s excitement is just who she is. She isn’t purposefully working us both up right now with a certain expectation… is she?

Yamarz shifts closer, pushing Willo into me, and my muscles seize. I don’t know how to react, what to say. I can’t read Yamarz’s face to know if this is crossing a line. While he is often a man of few words and a harsh tongue when he does speak, he’s more one of action. I don’t want to move before he shows any indication.

But it surprises me when Yamarz leans down to whisper in her ear, “You want to pull his cock out of his pants, don’t you, baby?”

Willo whimpers and Yamarz looks at me. “And do you want her to, Duma?”

A smirk tugs at his lips that I didn’t expect and I’m starting to wonder if I am actually awake. That’s the only explanation I have for this.

“Yes,” I answer as hope thuds through me. Maybe they haven’t been as oblivious to what I’ve been wanting as I thought. My eyes dart between their faces. “I want to see her struggle to stroke both our cocks.”

Willo groans at that, and I snap then, rolling toward her and catching her lips in a kiss as Yamarz attacks her neck. My erection is pressed against her front, and Willo squirms, rubbing both me and Yamarz at the same time. We grunt in unison, and I can tell by his tight expression that he’s thinking the same thing I am.

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