Page 34 of Shared By Two Orcs

There’s too many clothes between her and me.

“Take your underwear off,” Willo pants, rolling onto her back.

I move quickly, lifting my hips and jerking the fabric down as she pulls her shirt over her head to expose her breasts. Yamarz jostles, too, and maybe I should feel more possessive about Willow grabbing another man’s cock, but when she fists both of us, the only thing that fills me is desire.

I soak up her expression, her eyes hooded lustfully as she licks her lips, stroking us in unison. I wonder if she’s been thinking this. She was so ready to make the move that I have to think she wanted to try to take us both.

And it was only a matter of time before we made it here. I see that now, especially knowing that Willo wanted this.

It doesn’t necessarily bother me to be naked in front of Yamarz like I expected, either. As a warrior, I’ve been naked around other orcs, but not in this position.

But I’m not as intimidated by him as I expected to be. Instead, I just think about how good Willo will look stretched around him while I paint her with my cum.

“Fuck,” I pant, my balls drawing up at the image.

“Yes,” Willo hisses, and I need more of her. Even as she licks her palm before tugging faster on my cock, her thumb flicking the underside of the head.

I dive down, sucking one nipple into my mouth as Yamarz teases the other breast. Willo’s back arches as she cries out, and it is a beautiful sound. It makes my cock throb harder and Yamarz thrusts into her hand.

“You like that, baby?” Yamarz mumbles against her heated skin. “You need two cocks to satisfy you?”

She whimpers out in agreement, nodding her head, and it turns me on more. Heat strikes down my spine and I run my fingertips down the front of her torso. I barely slip the pads of fingers between her folds when I feel how wet her pussy is.

“Godsdamn, Willo,” I grunt, pushing a finger through the slick arousal. “You are so wet.”

“Fuck, I bet she is,” Yamarz mumbles, and I look down to see him scrape his teeth over her nipple.

I curve two fingers, thrusting them deep into her and savoring the way she cries. Her hands jerk harder, faster, and she twists her wrists as she comes up our cocks. Yamarz growls as he bites down harder and I cuss as I pump my fingers faster.

“You want to come with us, baby?” I coo, rocking the heel of my hand against her clit. She nods, her body writhing against my hand as my orgasm starts to mount.

“I’m close!” she cries.

“I am, too,” I mutter, and she squeezes me tight.

“Paint me.” My balls squeeze tight at her words. “Paint me with your cum.”

“Oh fuck!”

She must feel it coming as I scream because she presses the tip of my dick against her stomach, letting me spurt across her torso. Yamarz grunts as I unload, and after a few more tugs, his climax coats her skin, too.

Her back arches as I move my hand faster, her walls tightening, and as she squeezes the last drops of cum out of our cocks, she falls apart around my hand.

Yamarz pulls her mouth to his, swallowing her moans as I make her see stars, and I have never seen anything hotter. All I can think as I look at her covered in both of our releases is…

Why didn’t we do this sooner?

19

YAMARZ

It has been a few nights since I lay in Willo’s bed with both her and Duma. Despite all the thoughts I had had about what a woman could do with two orcs, I never once anticipated my deepest imagination would come to life. I remember when the way she gripped us both at once, how it only made me grow harder. Having her writhe between us was an unbelievable experience.

I didn’t think I’d ever want to see Willo be touched by someone else, but watching her body be pushed to the brink as she tried to handle us both was more than I would have imagined. No doubt in my mind, I loved every minute of it, and have dreamed of that experience every night since then…

Yet at the same time, I’m freaked the fuck out. Even now as I lay on my bed in the dead of night, feelings of disgust and self hatred plague my mind. They battle with the joy that came with that night, leaving me perfectly balanced between the piercing points of happiness and remorse. The two emotions pull at me from both sides, leaving my mind writhing in torment. After our climax, we didn’t say much to one another.

“Is something wrong with me?” I ask myself, tossing and turning.

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