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“Well well well!” she quips. “Fancy having both of you here!”

“Aren’t you a lucky female?” Yamarz says, his voice rough in anticipation of exactly how lucky we’re going to make Willo feel. Her face flushes immediately, her eyes darting between the two of us as crimson heat starts to crawl up her neck. I smirk and gesture for her to come forward, and like the smart woman she is, she obeys, her clothes coming off piece by piece as she makes her way over to where Yamarz and I sit on the couch.

She’s naked by the time she reaches the edge of the sofa where Yamarz and I pull her down. Willo giggles as we lay her between us. Yamarz wastes no time bringing his mouth to one of her breasts, circling her hardening nipple with his tongue while cupping the other with his hand.

I spread Willo’s legs, planting kisses along her inner thigh. My lips reach hers, though not the ones on her face. Willo’s moans become louder as I bury my face between her legs. Her pussy tastes sweet and tangy, each lick keeping me coming back for more. I run the base of my tongue up and down her clitoris, causing her to yell with delight.

With the help of Yamarz, she comes within a minute. We collapse beside her. She’s wedged in between us as I wrap my arms over her. Willo exchanges loving looks and kisses between Yamarz and I, giggling in between.

“You two make quite the team,” she laughs. “That was incredible.”

After another few blissful moments laying there, I slowly rise as the others do the same. I throw on a lighter set of clothes before boiling some water. Yamarz washes his face in the bathroom as Willo heats up some food for us. I pour some tea for all of us, turning around to see the both of them seated happily at my table.

Good food, good sex, good company… Life can’t get any better than this.

24

YAMARZ

After spending the longest years of my life so alone for what felt like decades, I’m finally at a place where I feel safe enjoying it again. For an endless amount of time, I’ve had to fend myself, ever since the tragedy that happened a few years ago.

“How reckless I used to be,” I whisper to myself as I recount the younger days.

On top of being a real ladies’ man, I thought I knew all there was to know about surviving. Plagued by the loss of my parents when I was but an innocent youngling, my brother Rushnak and I made a sacred promise to one another; that we’d always have each other’s back.

I recall how even under the watchful eye of our uncle Badun, myself and Rushnak lived life as best as we could. He and I got through the painful trauma of our parents’ death together, carrying our oath to one another with the highest honor and regard both in everyday life and in battle.

“I’m so sorry I ever let you down brother… I only hope you forgive me,” I murmur as the memories overwhelm me.

That one fateful day, my brother and I charged out together with a strong battalion of men, cutting down wave after wave of the dark elf scum.

Remember our competitions brother?I think to myself.Who could slay the most gray skinned bastards during our battles?

I smile remembering his face, smiling as he would turn to me to brag of his new record.

“Thirty one brother! You’ve got some catching up to do yet!” Rushnak said before doom struck.

That was when the dark elf ambush came, appearing from both sides. One hundred of them against forty of us. I wore the blood of many that day, both of elves and orcs.

“I should never have turned my back to you,” I tell him.

I had slain a dozen men by myself before turning back to rejoin my Rushnak’s side. That’s when I saw him with the blade of a dark elf protruding from his heart. I’ll never forget his face, peering up to get one last look at his brother before death took him. He died not with a pained expression, but one of sorrow and desolation.

Fueled by his death, I slaughtered the rest of them almost single-handedly… But my brother was still gone. There were times I wished I died too, for ever since I’ve been alone. The moment life left him was the same moment I learned that life is fragile, that one can never take it for granted. Not even strong warriors like us.

My confidence and love for life died with him that day, spending nights getting drunk enough to forget only to wake and drink again. I sobered up not long after but it didn’t do much, for I still pushed others away from me. I couldn’t afford to trust them not because they weren’t trustworthy but because I lived in fear of losing anyone else.

All I sought was to protect myself from being hurt like that ever again… Yet in reality, all I accomplished was isolating myself from love. Life became mundane, everyday a chore, my only task to survive. Nothing brought me joy, even friends I kept at a distance, only serving as a temporary distraction.

“But that has all changed,” I tell myself, pushing away the memories of my past. “All because of her.”

Joy emerged into my life once more after hiding in the shadows for so long, coming in the form of Duma and Willo. It was so strange, initially, because of my tendency to hide my feelings away, yet with their influence, I feel as though I can finally live again. Happiness has been lost to me for so long that I find I cannot get enough of either of them.

Even now, they’re on my mind as the end of my shift approaches. I sign my name on the shift report, leaving it ready to be inspected. Before I leave to go meet my closest friend, I walk back into the mines, eager to see my favorite human. There’s a skip to my step as I venture deeper down the tunnels.

I spot Willo hacking away at a stubborn ore vein. I’m just a few feet away from her as I walk by another worker. There comes a loud clang from his tool, followed by the impact of it landing on the ground. I turn to them, seeing their pickaxe has broken from wear. Their eyes dart to me with a nervous quiver. For this reaction, I cannot blame them, having punished workers in the past for breaking tools.

“I… I’m sorry sir! It wasn’t on purpose… The tool, it-”

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