Page 42 of Shared By Two Orcs

I’m feeling both of them at the same time, I realize- the knowledge lighting a new vein of desire within me. How is it that these two can find new ways to bring me pleasure every single time? I wonder, but not for long- as Yamarz and Duma’s skillful, combined seduction quickly pushes me along.

“Willo,” Duma breathes harshly. “Gods, you feel so good.” I can feel as he slides his own pants down- past my legs and his.

“Hey, that’s my line,” I giggle breathlessly. Nipping at his slender ear, I keep rubbing along the both of them, pushing more into the feelings and sensations they bring out in me.

Yamarz hasn’t stopped touching me– and Duma hasn’t stopped touching me either, for that matter– but now he’s brought his tongue back into the mix as well, with sharp nips and long licks on my abdomen. My fingers dig into his long locks, teetering on the sweet edge of pleasure-pain that I’ve come to crave.

“Oh you’ll get yours girl, don’t worry about that,” Yamarz threatens playfully around my ribs. “In the meantime, why don’t you do something about this?” With that, he draws back and stands up, pulling me with him.

I slide off Duma’s lap and onto the floor, falling to my knees before the larger orc. He looks down at me eagerly, and I return his gaze with the same hunger. “Only if Duma joins me down here,” I say sultrily- curling a smile over my shoulder at the orc still sitting.

Yamarz eyes positively glow with delight, and Duma eagerly moves to lay beside me, pressing his back to the floor and sliding closer. Holding onto Yamarz’s hip, I move in to put my mouth on Yamarz’s thick cock. Mimicking the kisses he gave me earlier, I lick and stroke along his staff, reconnecting with his salty, primal taste.

Adjusting a little, I bat my eyes at Duma in silent invitation, showing him without words how I want this to play out. Always curious, and wanting to learn- Duma moves in closer, eyeing me as a smirk plays across his lips. Then after another moment, I feel the heat of his hands wrap around my thighs, lifting me gently so as not to disturb my ministrations on Yamarz, before resettling me over his face.

He starts licking and pressing his tongue against my entrance, and I have to bite back a cry of pleasure as Yamarz continues to push further down my throat. Duma moans beneath me, sending vibrations rocketing through my core as I struggle to take Yamarz deeper into my mouth.

Where Yamarz was softly thrusting his hips when I first started, he’s only grown more turgid and insistent as he watches Duma work me beneath him, his eyes glazed and burning with lust as he watches me pant and writhe over Duma’s mouth with his cock down my throat.

“Oh Gods, oh yes, that feels so incredible.” Yamarz’s cock throbs as his words become stuttered. “Yes Willo! Ooh, ah, yes- don’t stop! Don’t stop! Don’t stop- YES!”

He roars out his bliss, the tightening of his sac my only warning before he’s pulling back for his release, my own barrelling through me at precisely the same time. Yamarz’s orgasm spills into my mouth, dripping down my tongue and chin.

I swallow Yamarz’s release greedily, licking what spilled down my lips and wiping my chin as our pants echo around me, and then Duma is back on his knees- this time facing me, as he kisses me fiercely. His tongue is both soft and scratchy on my heated lips, and I find my myself bubbling over in happiness. I’m probably giggling like some foolish girl, but my joy in this moment is indescribable.

It feels as if this is truly the first moment the three of us have been completely connected. It’s something that is both powerful and intimate, and while before that may have scared my men- they’ve overcome that fear. For the first time, it truly does feel as if we are creating something entirely new, the three of us- together.

“I thought the sight of your mouth on me was amazing, but this… this is incredible,” Yamarz says softly, coming around to kneel down behind me. “I don’t think I’ll ever forget how this feels.”

“You’ll never have to,” I promise softly, resting against his shoulder as Duma’s mouth continues to work southward. “But don’t forget, the night is still young.”

“We also have so many days to make up for as well,” Duma mutters between sucking hungrily at my nipples. “It’s my turn,” he whispers into my skin, dropping even lower.

His shaft is positioned at my entrance, rubbing gently but insistently. Nodding in agreement, I start to open my legs- but then Yamarz is there, spreading and lifting my lower limbs from his position behind me. His ability to manipulate my body as he sees fit shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does- but it does.

That hardly matters when Duma is pushing into me, long and proud. He pierces me with unparalleled precision, with just the right angle and just the right length to assault my sweet spot with total accuracy. I throw my head back against Yamarz, but he only chuckles in that deep way of his, wrapping his arms around my midriff to keep me upright.

Duma moves, unrestrained inside me. Over and over he thrusts; while over and over I match his movements, giving over to the sensations. I’m being held up by the two orcs- Duma as he curls inside of me, and Yamarz as he ruts up behind me. The three of us gyrate together, a tangle of limbs and breaths on the floor of the living room.

“More!” I cry out, consumed by lust, and overwhelmed by sensation. I barely know what I am begging for- I only know that I need everything these men can give me. Although they also seem caught up in the ardor, they seem to know instinctively, exactly what I need as well, and they give it to me.

Duma drives deep into me, delivering a series of snapping thrusts that would threaten to break my spine- if Yamarz weren’t still holding me. My open mouth is drawing in sharp breaths, and then Yamarz’s fingers are there, pressing on my tongue. I wet them with suckling pulls- until he pulls them out, and places them at my back entrance.

“Every part of you is sweet Willo, isn’t that right?” He whispers in my ear. The dark promise of his words is punctuated by wet fingers playing along my tight rim.

His fingers may be slicked with my saliva, but they’re still large, and catch on my puckered hole easily. I shudder in response, heat spreading throughout me. I can feel another hand spreading my cheeks apart, and my anticipation builds.

Then a stinging slap is delivered to the center of my pelvis, the shock causing my eyes to fly open in surprise. I look up to find Duma smiling down mischievously at me, before delivering another heavy tap to my clit.

“Answer him, Willo, or I’ll stop,” Duma demands.

Well. Yamarz is usually the one giving orders- but this new-found confidence Duma seems to have developed is as sexy as it is compelling.

“Yes! Every part of me belongs to the both of you!” I shout, the desire within me sharpening to a hot point.

Yamarz breaches me with large fingers, pushing deeply into my rectum on the first pass. The burning pleasure is beyond intense, causing my hips to snap wildly, lost and overpowered. Yamarz grunts while Duma shouts, his thrusts turning even harder and faster while I thrash with reckless abandon.

“Gods, you’re so tight,” Duma manages to stammer out, even as he reaches his peak. “I can’t- it’s too good, oh yes, yes, yes! Here it comes!” he cries out his climax, as I peak simultaneously.

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